Diane's POV
My mate unlocked my cell doors, grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the prison hallway and then we rode what seemed like a service elevator to the top of the castle. When we reached the top floor, he opened a door at the end of the hallway and pushed me inside. Before I could do anything again, he closed the door, and I heard him lock it.
I studied the room for a few minutes and discovered that it looked like an office but my instinct tells me that it was his private study room. It was exactly what I had envisioned for a man who commanded such authority as the Alpha King - dark wood, leather furniture, a large bookshelf, a huge standing lamp and a scary artwork of a big black wolf. I must say his pack has so much more modern technologies and equipment than what I have seen
