"Isn't she the mute girl?" The guard interrupted, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her.
Alpha Devon nodded twice. "She's pretending; she isn't mute."
"Alpha Devon, she is mute. For real," the guard insisted, his voice trembling slightly as if he feared the consequences of his words.
Alpha Devon chuckled, a cold, humorless sound. "Shall you also tell me how to run the pack? You unfilial guard of mine! You shall not guard my room anymore. Pack your things and leave."
The man's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, a look of desperation on his face. Olivia's expression mirrored his, a raw hurt etched into her features. That expression haunted Alpha Devon, a ghost that refused to be exorcised. Her pained eyes bore into his soul, filling him with an overwhelming guilt that made it difficult to concentrate.