Chapter 81

My energy to fight. It made me hollow and without purpose. How? How was that possible?

“There was a man. They want to kill the Alpha. Please, you have to listen to me. I have to help him.’’ I shouted and begged, kicking my feet as they dragged me across the floors.

“Please let me talk to Weston. He’ll believe me, he’ll hear me.” I begged. “They want to kill the Alpha. Why aren’t you listening to me?’’

My words kept falling on deaf ears, and my struggles against them made it feel like I was not putting in much of an effort. It made me hopeless and frustrated.

I was led into the throne room, a dark and rather quiet place where only serious stuff happened.

All my life, I had only come into this room on two occasions. For one, when I was cleaning. Which would often happen once a week depending on who Mistress Mary put on the shift. And the other times, when we were kids, where Weston would bring I and Trish here, then pretend to be Alpha, seating on the throne and ruling over the subjects