“Do you have a problem with me?”
Rheya was about to respond when a maid approached her and said, “Ma'am, Alpha Kael summoned you to accompany him to see his parents at the pack house.”
Rheya’s gaze hardened. She barely looked at the maid–her eyes still locked on Nyra. Without a word, she turned and walked away.
A breath Nyra hadn’t realized she was holding escaped her lips. Her brows furrowed.
Why was Rheya looking at me like that?
And then it hit her.
“s**t,” she muttered under her breath. “They must know I’m a rogue. Of course they’re supposed to know.”
For years, the rogues were seen as a threat to packs. Whenever one was caught, they never lived to see the next moonrise–or daylight. And yet here she was, trapped in a damn castle she barely understood.
Her chest tightened at the
