Myra felt a twisted mix of emotions as she watched Rei sleep. She needed help, and if it was to get away from her abusive father.
Myra didn't care about their hierarchy of respect or power right now; she just wanted to help Reilani be happy.
Even though that meant burying the hatchet aside to stop avoiding the alpha, whom she’s desperately been trying to get over.
But right now, she needed him. He was the alpha and the king of the wolves. He could attest to trying to talk to Alpha Ruben and make a deal, right?
She walks out of the room to see Jorah leaning over with a contemplative look in his eyes. “How is she?” he asks calmly, but Myra can hear the worry laced in his tone.
“Sleeping, but not good, Jorah. They are about to marry her off like she is a piece of meat. This isn’t the 18t
