David’s POV
CRACK!
The heavy villa door slams shut behind me. Two of my father’s guards toss me into my former room like a piece of trash. My body crashes against the floor, and a stifled scream tears from my throat at the searing pain from my broken wrist.
“How dare you treat me this way? I may not be Alpha yet, but I am still the heir to the Crescent Pack!” I roar at the guards.
But they remain unmoved. “Lord David, we are only following Alpha Daniel’s orders. Please don’t make this difficult for us,” one says flatly.
The other adds, “Lord David, the Alpha also said you are to remain here until he commands otherwise.”
With that, without even a second glance, they slam the door shut.
I don’t even have the strength to curse. I just lie on the cold marble floor, the ornate crystal ch
