Chapter 47: Poisoned Hospitality

Spencer's POV

I’ve been stuck in a Werewolf Council suite for two days now, and there’s no indication I’ll be leaving anytime soon.

It’s a massive, luxurious suite, with elegant furniture and fresh flowers and beautiful art on the walls, but I know it’s nothing but a pretty prison. Under the guise of protecting me, Elder Jet had numerous werewolf warriors stationed outside the building. I know what they’re really here for, though.

They’re here to stop me from leaving.

A sharp knock at my door shakes me from my thoughts. At the very least, they’ve let me bring my work here with me, but I’m too scatterbrained to focus on it much. I heave a sigh, checking the time on my watch. Lunch.

I walk over to the door and open it up. A maid is waiting there, wheeling a food cart in.

“Prince Spencer,” she says in a sultry voice, wheeling the cart into my room. She peers up through her eyelids and smiles at me suggestively.

I purse my lips, looking at her outfit. Her neckline has been pulled low,