Helen’s POV

The dungeon stank of mold and rot. The walls were damp, the floor sticky with grime. I hadn’t seen sunlight for weeks.

The only light came from a small barred window near the ceiling. Alpha Frank had locked me here himself.

He visited every few days, standing just beyond the iron bars, his face twisted with disgust. Tonight, he stood there again, his shadow long and cruel under the torchlight.

“You’ve caused me nothing but shame,” he spat. “You took everything and gave ...