Thalia remained on the cold floor, her body trembling, a tear escaping the corner of her eye as she fought to stay composed. Alpha Damian loomed over her, his face still twisted with anger. The whispers around them grew louder, and she could feel the palace staff’s eyes burning into her.
"Take her to the dungeon!" Alpha Damian's command echoed through the grand hall, and Thalia's heart sank. The dungeon? This was worse than she imagined. The humiliation, the betrayal, all of it seemed to close in on her as two guards stepped forward, grabbing her by the arms.
Thalia winced as they hoisted her to her feet. She had never been in this much trouble before, and now she felt the sting of being utterly alone. No one came to her defense. Not the triplets, not Madam Rose, and certainly not Becky,
