Amara’s POV
I could not believe my eyes.
Alpha Alaric and Alpha Caspian stood in my room glaring angrily. Neither of them was willing to leave until they saw me. Both of them insisted on it, although neither of them was going to leave before they talked to me.
I lay on the bed, my heartbeat echoing in my ears. The drug my father had given me had already begun to work; my limbs felt tingly and weak, and my vision was hazy. A white satin dress covered my body, and my hair cascaded down my shoulders in soft curls. I looked beautiful, if not a bit pale and anemic.
Caspian growled at me, demanding that I tell him who drugged me. The man had asked the healer to keep me awake, but someone clearly decided that I should not know what happened and clouded my senses.
Oh, how I could feel the pai
