Guilt
Zachary Sleep evaded me. I felt guilty for not defending her. But I was torn. Between defending her pride and protecting her. Because I wanted to, I really did, but I just didn’t trust my step-brothers to not act on my sudden protection of a random servant. What would they do if they found out about my infatuation with Lydia? She deserved it, though. Protection, that is. Darius and Lucius had taken it too far. But where had I been? I had joined them, expecting an honest answer from her about a necklace she was suddenly wearing, one I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off. I wanted to learn about it, I wanted to touch it and when Darius burned his fingers, my interest increased tenfold. So, instead of acting like the damned alpha I was, I treated her worse than they had. I remained
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