Logan's POV
I was halfway through my meal in the study when a knock on the door interrupted me. I barely glanced up as one of my guards stepped inside.
"Alpha," he began, "the slave requests an audience with you."
I set down my fork, a smirk playing on my lips. So, the dungeons had finally broken Erinne. I had been waiting for this moment, knowing it was only a matter of time.
"Bring her in," I ordered, leaning back in my chair.
It didn’t take long before Erinne was led into the room. As soon as she stepped through the door, I took in her appearance. She looked like someone who had spent three years in the dungeons instead of two days— not too unkempt, but certainly worn.
Her white-blonde hair, which once gleamed under the sun, now hung limply around her pale face. Dark circles ma
