Kaelen's POV
I remained motionless at my desk, staring blankly at the documents spread before me. The letters seemed to swim together in meaningless patterns. Financial reports transformed into incomprehensible symbols. My thoughts kept drifting back to that wretched chamber. That cursed, moisture-infested space with its contaminated bedding and the angry welts spreading across her skin.
What possessed me to get involved?
The question lodged itself in my chest like a cold weight. Dense and unforgiving. I should have stayed out of it entirely. Allowed the pack's natural order to resolve itself. Let the omega servants deal with their petty rivalries and disciplinary measures. Managing every minor conflict between house staff wasn't my responsibility.
Yet I had stepped in anyway.
