Chapter 8

Knox

Princess?

Maksym has that obnoxious son, Kenrik, but never once has a daughter been mentioned.

After the warrior leaves, the doctor turns to me, “Thank you for bringing her in. We’ve got it from here. You can use the phone in the waiting area to call someone if you need to.”

I say nothing. Instead, I silently take in the man in front of me. He’s shorter than me, but as an Alpha, that’s to be expected. His forehead is etched with wrinkles, and he seems slightly out of shape for being a shifter. I’ve found that silence makes people uncomfortable, and when you pair that with a position of authority, you’ve got the perfect recipe for someone to ramble out things without prompting.

I meet his gaze and raise a single eyebrow. I can see his nerves starting to surface as he fidgets with the buttons on his coat then clears his throat.

“Alpha Maksym is, er, well protective of his only daughter. Being in the state that she is in, and the fact she was outside of the packhouse…well, he’s goi