Third Person's POV
Brenda, after days of torment, was on the brink of mental collapse. The sight of the pitch-black room made her skin crawl, and she shrank back in fear.
The air still seemed to carry the oppressive aura from Alpha's interrogation a few days ago, making her instinctively hunch her back, like a frightened young wolf.
"No, no!" Brenda kept backing up, her skin on the shoulder blades growing hot as if about to sprout wolf hair. Yet she was thrown in roughly.
As she landed, dust swirled, and within it, a hint of Cliff's cold pine pheromones lingered—a scent she'd once caught from afar at a banquet but now served as a death knell.
"Ah!"
Melinda was startled. She saw Brenda wriggling toward her and screamed, "What are you doing? I'm carrying Cliff's child! You can't do thi
