The guards didn’t bother being gentle, their hands clamped around Giselle’s arms like, their fingers digging hard enough that she knew bruises would bloom by morning. She stumbled once as they dragged her forward, her boots scraping against the stone floor, but they didn’t slow. The pack house that had always felt too large, now seemed to close in on her with every step.
“Father,” Enrique’s voice rang out behind them. “This is insane. You can’t do this.”
Giselle twisted her head to see him straining against another pair of guards who had stepped in his path. His eyes were locked on her, wide and furious, a storm barely contained.
The Alpha didn’t even look at him. “Take her to the dungeon,” he said flatly. “Let her sit there until she learns her place.”
Giselle’s spine stiffened, a lum
