AMANDA
The thing about betas is that you need to put them in their place, remind them who’s really in charge. They’re close to power—almost—but not quite. That sliver of almost eats at them, festers in their gut like rot. They can’t lead, whether it’s a lack of vision or simply bad f*****g luck.
And for that, they hate you.
Quietly. Relentlessly.
It’s why you can’t trust them. They’re always watching, waiting, hoping you slip.
I pressed my back against the cold stone wall of my cage, the faint scent of damp earth curling in the air. My wrists burned where the chains bit into my skin, but not anymore. I managed to convince him to give me more freedom, well, until Theodus is gone.
“Why do you kneel for him?” I asked, curious. " Knowing what he's done?"
“Shut up,” he growled, looki
