“Have you taken her food into her chambers?” Conroy, sitting on the carved chair reserved for the Alphas at the head of the dining table in the halls asked Isobel who stood timidly in a corner, trying to avoid Arian’s burning gaze that reminded her of what he did to her the last time she had gone into his room.

　　He’d pushed her roughly onto the bed and when she stilled, frightened that he was going to have his way with her and then kill her, the Beta simply got rid ...