The dungeon smells terrible; I suppose the way anyone would imagine them to smell – piss, vomit, shit, ugh, great.There are two dungeons in Dalgaard Mansion.The dungeon to the west isn’t really what you’d call a dungeon; it’s more like a basic hotel. Though the rooms are cells, they have beds and working toilets with small sinks. Those cells are reserved for anyone who pisses off the King or Queen. People who haven’t really done anything wrong but need to be shown who’s boss without losing their lives.The dungeon to the east is every person’s worst nightmare. This is the place traitors, and hardened criminals are kept. They’re also tortured here, sometimes to death.That’s what I am now, a traitor an

It takes Bastian and me no time at all to reach the dungeon. No one questions why we’re here; they wouldn’t dare. We are the future rulers of Zidiah, plus everyone is terrified that my wolf will break out and kill them.Idiots.I clutch Bastain’s hand in my own and breath deeply, letting it out through my mouth. I’ve been in many situations in my life, but never anything like this. I don’t know if I can handle what’s to come, seeing Jenna chained up in a cell.We’ve all heard how Luther ordered his mate to be chained in silver. We were told not to interfere because Dad said it was Luther’s choice. I just don’t know how bad Jenna will look once I reach her cell.“Okay?”I nod at Bastian without looking at him.

“Zach, you’re stepping a second too soon.”Zach sighs and rolls his eyes in my direction.The boy is a little shit if ever I knew one. He recently had his first shift, and at sixteen, he thinks he knows everything already.Being the Gammer’s son means Zach feels he has nothing left to learn when it comes to combat. He knows nothing. Training to be a warrior is hard work, and it doesn’t happen overnight.The little shit should think himself lucky that I’m allowing him to train with Section Four. Extremely lucky as sixteen-year-olds do not get to train as a rule. You have to be seventeen even to be considered to join a faction to train with us. That little prick is only here because of who his father is.I took it upon myself years ago to train Zidhah’s troops.

“I need to talk to you,”My father looks up from his desk.I don’t give a shit what paperwork he was doing; he needs to listen to me, and now.“If you’re here about Jenna, I’ve heard it all from Lilly and Sara.”I fold my arms across my chest. “I don’t care what you’ve heard from them. I need you to let Jenna go. This isn’t right, Dad.”“And why is that?” He points to the chair in front of his desk.I huff like a child but take a seat, nonetheless. “If you’re allowing Lilly to keep Harry, then I think you should let Jenna live. Or is it one rule for the King and another for my mate?”Dad’s eyebrows raise slowly as he looks at me wit

It took a couple of days for me to heal enough to be released from the infirmary. Toby used an ointment that cleared up the sores around my neck, wrist, and ankles. I still have bruises, but they won’t be there forever.No one has noticed anything because I’m usually covered in bruises in places most won’t see. Anna doesn’t care because she never has. She wouldn’t notice anything was wrong with me if it slapped her in the face.I’m fortunate that Toby knows what he’s doing. He’s a fantastic doctor and got me almost to full strength in a short amount of time.Of course, if I were an Alpha, Beta, Gammer, even Delta, I’d have healed almost instantly. Being an Omega has many downfalls, slow healing being one of them. Sure, I heal twice as fast as a human, but being a wolf means that it makes me pathetic.