No room to breathe

MESSIAH JORDY'S POV

Halfway running through the East wing hallways, I felt even more anxious and scared. I had to go talk to Father and find out what was going on.

"Jordy, slow down!" Mother yelled again. I could hear her heels behind me. But there was no way I could slow down.

I was finally approaching Father's resting quarters when the door opened and he walked out. He was dressed in one of his official, Alpha robes and he had creases on his face. The kind that came from worries and fear.

"Father." I finally halted, panting hard. "What's going on?" I asked in between the harsh intake of breaths.

"I'm not so sure–" He stuttered. I hated it when he did that. It just showed that he knew what was going on but was scared to admit it.

"Father, tell me. Please. Why did you send for Zach?" I was almost in tears. This didn't look good at all.

"Because he has to be interrogated!" A deep, baritone shattered my composure. His mesmerizing scent tickled my insides, reminding me of the release I