Althea endured the hunger in silence. It wasn’t the first time she had been locked away without food. Back in her own pack, under Luna Meena’s cruelty, it had been the same routine. Some things never changed.
She sat quietly in the corner, knees hugged to her chest, ignoring the smell of food as her three guards ate their dinner. She didn’t bother wasting her energy reading their thoughts because her body needed rest more than anything.
After a while, footsteps echoed, followed by a familiar voice.
“My Lady!” Melva burst out.
Althea’s head snapped up. The guards moved to block her, but before they could, Simon’s calm yet firm voice cut through the tension.
“Let her inside to bring the meal of the Alpha King’s breeder.”
“But—”
The guard posted by the cell bars tried to argue, but Sim
