Elira's POV
Mira arrived that morning with the usual tray, herbs, broth, the bitter medicine that was supposed to stabilize the pregnancy. I took it without argument because Mira's eyes always carried that quiet pleading that was impossible to fight against.
A young girl, barely sixteen, carrying a second tray on Kael's orders. Extra portions. Meals chosen by the Alpha himself, apparently, because the heir growing inside me required better nutrition than pack standard.
The girl set the tray down and immediately lowered her head.
"Alpha Kael requests that you finish everything before midday." she said softly.
I stared at the tray.
I looked toward the door where two guards stood with their backs straight and their eyes forward.
I looked back at the girl.
"What is your name?" I asked.
