Alpha Rowland's POV
When I arrived at the pack house, the tension in the air was thick enough to choke on. I could still hear whispers from the corridors—servants pretending to busy themselves while their eyes followed me. They thought I didn’t notice, but I did. I always did.
I strode past them without a word, my boots echoing on the polished floor. My Beta, Kumar, trailed close behind, though I could feel his disapproval radiating from every step. I didn’t care. Not today.
“Irene,” I barked, my voice carrying through the hall. The nearest servants froze, staring at me as though unsure whether to move.
“Yes, Alpha?” one of them stammered.
“Drag her to her room,” I ordered coldly. “Lock her in. No food, no water.”
The gasp from the servant was audible, but I didn’t repeat myself. I d
