Harold's POV
I woke to the grim reality of our predicament – still trapped in the wretched dungeon, filthy, famished, and in excruciating pain. Angelica's ceaseless lamentations about our situation only aggravated my pounding headache.
"Harold, when will we leave this s**t hole? I thought the plan was to apologize to the barbaric Alpha here and then go to Father?" Angelica's words grated on my nerves. Her complaints and misguided optimism were insufferable.
I snapped, unable to contain my frustration. "News flash, Angie! We're in this damn dungeon. And as for Father, if he attempted a rescue, what do you think the odds would be for success?"
Her response was a mix of anger and exasperation. "Well, I'm f*****g tired of this hell hole," Angelica muttered, voicing the sentiments we all sh
