He looked very haggard. I barely even recognized him with the messy hair, the shadow beneath his eyes, the empty look on his face, and the filthy clothes as if he rolled on a hill of mud.

Alpha Killian strode inside the room, hoisting his head slowly. “Sellyn.”

I dragged my gaze back to my breakfast as soon as I heard my name on his lips. My father was just quiet beside me as he took a sip of his morning coffee.

“Sellyn,” he muttered louder this time.

I still did not budge.

He cleared his throat. “Sellyn, please.”

Killian's raspy voice now made me look up at him. I...