Lisa’s POV
“That was how Alpha Robert was killed,” Deborah, one of the maids helping to arrange my hair, said to the other maid, Lia, who was also assisting her in dressing me.
“Really?” Lia asked in surprise, and Deborah nodded. “That’s why only the bravest of all Alphas compete for the Alpha King position. Sometimes it gets brutal, and if your opponent has been planning to kill you for a long time and hasn’t succeeded, he can use the contest as an excuse to kill you, and they will all tag it as a mistake,” Deborah explained, and my heart raced.
I wasn’t joining in their conversation, but every word seemed to claw its way into my thoughts. My heart raced, pounding so hard I feared they might hear it over their chatter.
Nathan.
I gripped the edge of the vanity table, steadying myself
