Kylian’s POV
I didn’t know when or how it started, but it had been like this for years. The name Flora had become like a stubborn splinter stuck in my heart. Every time I heard it, a sharp, burning irritation would curse through my being.
Taking a deep breath, I turned around and sent him a sharp gaze. “Why did you suddenly bring her up?”
Henry shifted his weight uncomfortably on his other legs, his usual confidence wavering. “Natasha and Margot,” he responded with a sigh. “They’ve been complaining more frequently, Alpha. They’re asking you to either return and deal with Flora or take her away.”
My hands tightened into a fists as a sharp pain radiated through my head. Frustrated, I walked toward the small bar in the office and poured myself a whiskey to calm my anger.
“Alpha–”
He was about to add something more, but I raised my hand to stop him from speaking as I gulped down the entire glass of whiskey.