Diane's POV
I barely slept. My mind wouldn't let me rest, even when my body begged for it. Bridget's words echoed relentlessly in my head.
"Do you really think the Alpha hates you?"
"He's struggling too. In his own way."
What did that even mean? Struggling? He was the one who'd imprisoned me here, who refused to believe the truth about that night in the forest. He was the Alpha King—powerful, feared, untouchable. Yet he couldn't—or wouldn't—remember that I'd saved his life.
I turned on my side, staring at the dim glow from the moon outside the window. The room was eerily quiet, but my thoughts were deafening.
A loud knock on the door made me jolt upright. My pulse spiked as the door creaked open, and my breath hitched at the sight of the last person I wanted to see.
Jayden.
He stoo
