Esme’s POV
They had shoved me into a room and locked the door after, I hadn't been to this part of the pack before.
The servants' quarters were a far cry from the opulent halls I'd grown up in—dim, musty, with a single narrow bed shoved against the wall, a rickety wooden chair, and a basin of murky water in the corner.
I paced the cramped space, my bare feet slapping against the cold stone floor, my mind a whirlwind of Nolan's smirking face, Lior's terrified cries, and Raven's venomous words. How did it come to this? From Alpha heir to... this. A servant. A nothing.
I don't know how many minutes or hours I paced and sat and paced again and then sat and then dozed off, exhaustion finally pulling me under in fitful bursts.
My body ached from the day's humiliations, but sleep was a cr
