Hours later, in Alpha Marcus's pack, everyone took a break. They had been working tirelessly for hours and were exhausted. Zyra, on the other hand, dragged her feet to the pack’s kitchen.

“What would you like for lunch, ma’am?” one of the maids asked her. Zyra shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m not sure yet…whatever you give me is fine,” she replied, leaning against the counter. The maid nodded in understanding.

“I'll just have some snacks, thanks,” Zyra added softly, rubbing ...