(Reginald’s POV)
I scanned through reports, but my mind isn’t on them. Something has felt off all morning.
I’ve ruled this pack long enough to know when something isn’t right.
And today, something is definitely not right.
A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts.
*Tok!* *Tok!* *Tok!*
“Enter,” I commanded.
The door creaked open, and Beta Harold stepped inside, his face tight with unease. I arch a brow. My Beta doesn’t get rattled easily.
“What is it?” I ask.
“It’s Rachelle,” he says.
I sigh, already irritated. “What has she done now?”
“That’s the thing,” he hesitates. “She’s… changed.”
I lean back in my chair, narrowing my eyes. “Changed how?”
He exhales sharply. “She’s not acting like herself. The servants are talking about it. This morning, an Omega spilled water in fron
