Mason POV
Wilma is sitting on the bed, looking anxiously at me as I walk towards her. She is wearing Mother’s dirty clothes, and my anger grows. I do not care if Mother blackmailed her – Mother was locked up and Wilma was safe. She chose to betray me.
“Where’s Mother?” I demand, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
“I don’t know,” she replies surprisingly steadily.
“I’m the one who can save you from an execution,” I try again.
“I know,” she shrugs, sadness washing over her face. “I still don’t know the answer.”
“Fine,” I grunt. “You’ll remain here until your execution.”
I turn around and leave, but Wilma jumps from the bed.
“Alpha,” she calls out. “I might not know where she is, but I do know things.”
“I don’t care for those things,” I sneer.
“170976,” she shouts, and I turn to
