Fiona
I tried to throw myself into work. Daisy was happily playing with Addison and Briggs in the garden, so I was on housekeeping duty. Every few minutes, as I vacuumed and scrubbed and gathered laundry, one of the alphas would probe at our bonds. No doubt trying to figure out where I was and what I was doing, making sure that I was staying put.
It was fine—they were doing it because they cared. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. When I wasn’t focusing on cleaning, my thoughts drifted to Knox’s face when I said I wanted to make a home for our child. He’d looked...angry.
So angry.
Tears pricked my eyes, and I wiped them away. I was packing the cleaning cart when the door opened. Whirling around, I stiffened when I saw who walked in. “Justin.”
“Hey.” His eyes moved over me an
