DAXTON

A few hours ago,

I was distracted. My mind was flooded with Arya’s flushed face. I couldn’t get over how flustered she’d been when she’d learnt of her odd behaviour the night she’d shifted.

“You seem to be in a great mood today, Alpha,” Skye said, and I blinked, only to find my officials watching me with curious smiles on their faces.

I must’ve smiled or done something so unlike me. I cleared my throat, trying not to show how flustered I was.

“Were you even ...