Domina’s POV:
I returned to the stage, where my ladies were waiting for me with a new toga. Once I was cleaned and dressed, I sat back down.
“We are fed up with the reapings,” someone called out.
“Give us our pups!” someone else shouted.
“Pups shouldn’t be slaves.”
“Enough, all of you,” I shouted.
General Ezra brought in a big poster board. It was a picture of a dead minor she-wolf. His right-hand men brought in more poster boards. I stood up and looked at the picture. I pointed at a picture of a dead male wolf with a needle still in its neck. Then, I went to the picture of the dead she-wolf. “Whose daughter is this?”
One Alpha stood up. “My daughter Emily. She went missing for years. We couldn't find her,” the Alpha said, sobbing.
As more pictures were being brought out, A
