The Angry Alpha

Astrid’s POV:

I fed my kids, and the maids helped me dress them up. I tried to keep myself busy, not to entertain the thought of Alpha rushing after some woman. I couldn’t get the image of him being so worried for someone!

No, I needed to stay focused and vigilant around him. I had to regain my memory before concluding that he truly belonged to me. I rummaged through the closet to find something good enough to wear, but all I could get were those oversized baggy sweatshirts and pajamas. All the dresses were Victorian-era gowns I used to wear in my pack.

“Where’s Dominic? “I asked the maid who was sitting by the triplets.

“He must be in the dining room or the office. His timetable is never fixed.” She sounded so apologetic that I had to smile even though I was fuming angrily.

I was angry at him for deciding about my clothes! How could he?

So, I decided to find him. It wasn’t because I wanted to know where he was but to let him know I was no longer a pack member. Heck, I was not even a