Nana is dragged out of her room, without explanation she is taken to the dungeon.
Felicia screams, struggling against the guards holding her back. “Please! She has done nothing! She’s been quiet, obedient—why this? She’s weak! She fainted just yesterday! She won’t survive down there!”
The guards don’t respond. Their expressions remain stiff, emotionless. The weight of Marco’s order hangs over them like an unbreakable chain.
Felicia turns her tear-streaked face to one of them. “At least tell me why! What has she done?”
The man holding her arm finally speaks, his voice devoid of sympathy. “It’s the Alpha’s order.”
Felicia’s breath catches. “Then let me speak to him! I’ll kneel! I’ll beg—”
The second guard yanks her away, dragging her from the entrance of the underground prison. “Go bac
