Alina spent the rest of the day and into the night feeding the Alpha's ego. He showed her most of their camp, but Alina caught on to the fact that he didn't show her anything military or tactical related. No weapons stores, no training facilities, no maps or plans... She was disappointed, but one could only ask for so much. This Alpha wasn't an i***t, arrogant, but not an i***t. He was giving away plenty though. He was clearly well funded, and Alina had an idea that his spies went all the way up the King's coffers. Definitely something to tell General Bjerkan.
"So, it is late... and I'm not letting you go, but I like you enough that I won't make you sleep in the dungeons. You will sleep in my room," he looked at her pointedly.
"Excuse me?" she stopped short and crossed her arms. She c*
