Chapter 23

“Amalea! Wake up!” I feel hands on my face. I open my eyes as a bit of intestine drops off the ceiling beside me. Mack’s leaning over me. His shirt draped over my naked body. More men are standing at the cell door, a shared look of abject horror on their faces, one of them turns and leaves.

“What have you done now?” He runs his arm under my back, helping me sit up. Another bit of guts drops down beside us. “I—I fought back I guess.” I run my hand down my face, finding it covered in blood.

“You’re lucky the guard is a friend and scared shitless of you. He called me rather than William. If the Alpha finds out about this, he’ll execute you this time, Amalea. He might not care about whoever these two are,” he motions to the gore show around us, “but there’s no denying you killed those men at the farm now. He’ll see you as a threat.”

“How could he possibly not find out?” My brows furrow in confusion. “We’re going to move you to another cell. Clean this up. Only the four of us know about