14
~Darlon's POV
I sat at the long dining table, staring at the untouched food in front of me. The maids had already disappeared into the background, silent as ghosts. The only sound was the faint ticking of the clock somewhere above the fireplace.
I wasn't even hungry. The plate looked perfect, eggs, sausages, buttered bread, everything exactly the way I liked it, but my appetite was gone, completely gone.
I leaned back in my chair and sighed, rubbing my temple. "Damn it, Elara," I muttered under my breath. "Why does everything about you have to mess with my head?"
The head maid, Lydia, peeked in quietly, bowing low. "Alpha, would you like us to clear the table?"
I nodded slightly.
"Is my wife still in her room?" I asked again, pretending it was just curiosity.
"Yes, Alpha."
"Has she… gone out today?"
Lydia shook her head. "No, Alpha. Not yet."
"Alright. You may go."
She bowed again and hurried off.
