Bea took in a sharp breath as the her son spoke the name of the forgotten Alpha. Seeing her startled, Maverick continued “I know you know things Mom, I need you to tell me” he pressed. Bea bit her lip. She looked at him fearfully, her hand motioning to the door where the guards stood. Maverick nodded in understanding. He walked over to the door and opened it “YOU, go and get my Mother left overs from breakfast, she tells me her ration was smaller this morning” he ordered, using his Beta tone. The young guard looked at him afraid, leaving his post could mean a death sentence, but he could not ignore the Beta’s order. Maverick watched as he rushed off, he knew they didn’t have much time. He crossed back over to his Mother. “Now Mother, we don’t have much time before he’s back” he said urgent
