By evening, I was done cleaning and caring for the pups in the nursery. Exhausted, I headed to the dining hall to grab something to eat. My stomach grumbled, and I quickened my pace, looking forward to whatever scraps were left.
But as I turned a corner, someone grabbed my arm, halting me mid-step.
“Michelle,” came the voice of a familiar man.
I froze. “Alpha Felix,” I said, caught off guard.
His piercing green eyes bore into me, and his scowl deepened. “You,” he growled. “You were at the cells last night.”
My heart pounded in my chest, the blood rushing in my ears. A cold wave of realization washed over me. He knew.
“I... I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, forcing an even tone.
“Bullshit!” he snarled, leaning closer so his breath brushed my ear. “My tracker scented yo
