Alpha Morgan's POV

I sat on the cold, damp cell floor, feeling rather sorry since I had been thrown inside here like a criminal. The King was out of his mind. What was he planning to do with me? I had no idea, but the fact that I was chained and forced to eat bread and drink water made me feel sick; I thought about my boys and how they might be feeling right now. I was an alpha, their father, and a role model for my entire pack. How could that be taken away from me so quickly?

My poor ...