Alpha Farrell's POV

The pen in my hand slowly danced around as I tossed it between my fingers, my mind intoxicated with unwanted thoughts. 

I had heard things, things that I didn't want to believe but I couldn't help thinking about. Star and my brother? No, there was no way Archer would do that. I had a feeling it was mere rumor. I needed to believe it was mere rumor. Anything more than that meant there was truth to what the maids had been gossiping about when I passed by. 

No on thought I'd be in the palace on a raid night so they had been loud enough for me...