Rebecca's pov
“I’m sorry, Beta Max. We can’t let you through, not with these slaves. They’re not permitted to leave the grounds,” the guard said, his voice cold and unyielding.
My breath hitched as his words settled over us like a dark cloud. What did this mean? Did Ryan really send us without permission from the Alpha, his own father? What was going to happen to us now? Panic surged through me—we needed to get Getty to safety.
Kayla started to lean forward, her mouth opening to speak, but I quickly raised a hand to stop her, my heart pounding. If she says one wrong word, they’ll drag us back to the slave quarters. I shot her a pleading look, shaking my head slightly. She took my cue, sinking back into her seat, and we waited, trapped in tense silence, hoping Max had a plan.
Max took a
