Ivy's POV

I stretched my numbed body, the continuous whistling of birds serving as both a sweet alarm and a cruel reminder of my miserable life in the alpha's cage. To them, the morning was freedom; to me, it was another day locked away, treated like the hated slave I was.

My stomach growled, I glanced toward the cold food I had left on the small stool. I wanted it so badly, wanted to shove it down my throat so bad.

Pushing myself up, I staggered toward it. My legs wobbled, weak from ...