Janet abandoned her search through my closet and came to sit beside me on the bed, her expression troubled. "That's not right," she said quietly. "Even for the Alpha, that's... unusual."
I let out a humorless laugh. "Is it? He seems to enjoy making decisions about my life without consulting me first."
I was running my mouth, I noticed the slightly awkward look on the woman's face and I bit the inside of my cheek, letting out a heavy sigh.
“I'm sorry, I know it's none of your business,”
Janet was silent for a moment, her fingers twisting together in her lap. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft but firm. "I've known Ragnar for a decade now, Celine. He's always been private, sometimes frustratingly so, but he's never been cruel. Not intentionally." She met my gaze, her green eyes
