Karren's POV
I sat on the stone throne of an Alpha, my fingers steepled beneath my chin. I was attentively listening to the morning reports and letters from other clans. At some point I get distracted in my mind.
I wondered why Selena would be so shameless to lay with me without my permission.
Then the large door opened, and the scent of rosemary and smoke clung to the man who entered. My eyes lifted slowly.
“My Alpha,” the physician bowed, sweat lining his brow.
“You’re here without summons,” I said. “Speak.”
He straightened with a shaky breath. “It’s about an illness, the one affecting a servant girl, Anya. I was instructed to inform you immediately.”
My gaze sharpened. “Go on.”
“We thought it was a disease… but it isn’t. It’s a spirit sickness. A binding curse,” he said quickly,
