Dickson

Five Years Ago

The cell reeked of victory – her victory. I inhaled deeply, letting the rage build in my chest as I stared at the broken chains. Gone. She was gone. My fingers traced the metal bars she’d somehow managed to break, despite her weakening body.

“Alpha,” Henry, my beta, approached with the caution of a man who’d seen my rage before. “We found evidence that—”

“That one of my own servants helped her escape?” I turned slowly, enjoying how he flinched. ...