35. Nymeria

Nymeria

There's a fire.

I wheeze, grabbing my night robe from its stand and I run, draping it around me. The servants are screaming.

"The stables!"

"The larder!"

"Water!"

I run into Alpha Darrock in the hallway, and his maroon gaze flicks over me, darkening momentarily with lust. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. "What's going on?"

"An attack from the rogues, perhaps," he murmurs, eyes on my breasts. "You should rest. It is being taken care of, princess."

I frown. "The castle hasn't been invaded in forever. How did they get over the wall? Have they being caught?" I ask, inching a step forward, but Darrock blocks my path.

"Do not concern yourself with these things. It is unbecoming of you. No one likes a nosy woman. Join your mother in the Grand Hall, where the rest of the women are. We'll handle it. Your father and I."

I stare at him, lips parted in surprise. "Nosy? Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me where I should be in my castle?"

"Your father has no sons, and you're mu