AMARA'S POV
I curled on the bed in a fetal position. Rylan Walton was coming to claim me today, and there was nothing anyone in my family or even across the provinces could do to help me out of it.
It was known across the provinces, how much power Oakville pack control. They thrived on the shortcomings of other Alphas and bullied them. My chest tightened around my heart, I feared my blood flow was going to falter.
We were subjected to all of these, because in the hierarchys of Alpha, father was a pauper. Don't get me wrong. We had a pretty comfortable life. But it took even more to run a pack. Even if it means watching with folded arms, while the enemy whisks your daughter off.
A knock sounded on the door, but I ignored it, and kept staring at the ceiling. This was my last day in t
