LOVETH’S POV
The creak of the cell door jolted me awake. Before I could make sense of my surroundings, rough hands yanked me from the damp floor. Across the hall, a girl in the adjacent cell screamed, her fists hammering against the iron bars in protest.
The guards didn’t even flinch.
“Silence her,” one of them barked, prompting another to abandon me momentarily.
Her voice ceased abruptly—whether by force or fear, I couldn’t tell—and I was left to wonder if she was even still conscious. My own struggles proved useless as I was dragged through the dimly lit corridors, familiar from prior torment, and hauled into the alpha’s office.
Without ceremony, they shoved me into a chair, binding my wrists and ankles with practiced efficiency. One of them reached for a gag, but the sudden sound o
