MEGAN
I sat in my room, restlessly tapping my fingers against the arm of the sofa, glancing over at my phone. I had just sent a text to Beta Lucas, asking if he’d allow me to leave my room for a little while to meet with Mika. I sighed, my eyes meeting Cindy’s as she sat beside me, always attentive, my loyal maid and confidante.
“Do you think he’ll let me?” I asked, setting my phone down for a moment. “I mean, it’s just for a bit. I’d be right back afterward.”
Cindy gave me a sympathetic smile, though her expression was uncertain. “I’m not sure, Miss Megan. You know how strict Beta Lucas can be about rules.” She paused thoughtfully. “But we can hope.”
I nodded, feeling a mix of frustration and hope. It was difficult being confined here, but with all the recent pack tensions, I knew
