Alpha Lucien’s POV
“Alpha, what are we doing about Beta Alvarick’s wife who’s in the dungeon?” one of the guards asked, his voice uncertain as he stood just inside the doorway of my office.
I didn’t look up from my desk at first. The question wasn’t unexpected. They had been waiting for my next order. I had already made it clear she wasn’t to be fed unless I said so, but now… now I needed something more.
A message.
Slowly, I leaned back in my chair and met the guard’s eyes. “Has she broken yet?”
The guard hesitated, then shook his head. “No, Alpha. She’s quiet. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t beg.”
I gave a humorless chuckle. “Still holding out hope, then.”
He nodded once. “Yes, Alpha.”
Hope was a disease. And if she still had it, then maybe Gracie and Tavin still had some too. That had to
