Jessamine
Darrock's not speaking to me.
I shouldn't feel terrible. We did have an agreement not to butt into each other's affairs. He beds whoever, and I do whatever I want. Yet, I feel guilty. My gaze keeps darting to him throughout the gathering, even if the Alphas are practically hounding me with questions and queries.
I can't concentrate. It's hard, too hard to focus on anything after this morning. All I can think of is Kier in my hands and Darrock's face right after.
"How do we trust the Alpha King with our men? It is not unlike his blood to betray us. We cannot all march to war. We have provinces to rule over. Who is to lead our army and being them back in one piece?" Alpha Laif asks, his eyes like the color of overripe oranges narrowing at me. "Efficient as the princess may be,
