Blade's POV
"Word going round is that the Alpha has refused to eat for a while now."
I lifted my gaze from the stack of reports spread on my desk to find Talis, Dante's father—my father's beta—standing in the doorway, a covered plate balanced in his arms. He didn't even wait for permission—he never did.
He just walked in and set down the tray in front of me like he was the actual owner of my office.
My schedule was clear for the morning, I wasn't expecting anyone, especially not him.
The staff probably started the rumours after last night's dinner with Cara and Belle—the untouched meal and maybe many other untouched meals, but most especially last night's.
They didn't see her face become pale and neither did they notice her hands trembling beneath the table, or how distant her ey
