KING TYRON's POV"Cassius?" Nevaeh repeated after me and I nodded. "He was the one to find them and alert Hermes about it. I haven't seen him all morning but Hermes said he is out looking for Hannah""What was he doing in the room in the first place?" She asked with her hands on her hips and I frowned at her question."What do you mean? He's a guard""A guard who isn't in charge of this part of the castle. Colton is already assigned to look after us so what was he doing here? This isn't the first time he's been here. That night of the ball, I caught him here and he claimed to be doing a check""What are you saying Nevaeh? Do you suspect him of something?""I do. He was being sneaky that day, hiding from plain view like he was stalking me. The moment I ran for the stairs he jumped out. And it turns out that Hannah had disappeared from the dungeon that same day. Do you think there's a traitor who may have opened the cells for her? Maybe it's Cassius. He's one of the men closest to you

The rusty smell of the dungeon churned my stomach. The single guard at the entrance granted us entry after the other guards whispered something into his ear that I couldn't quite catch. "I'm looking for the newest prisoner," I said to him while trying so hard not to throw up. The stench from the dungeon was just too much. The guards exchanged looks at my request but nodded anyway. He led me further into the dungeon and the smell only got worse. We stopped at a locked door and the guard pulled it open. There was a little room between the door and the cells. Cautiously, I drew closer and took in the sight of a disheveled Colton. He had knives sticking into various parts of his body. There was a strong smell of blood and other fluids I was too disgusted to mention. His head lifted slowly and our eyes met. "W-what are you doing here?" He drawled in a disoriented voice. "I wanted to see you" I looked behind me and those guards were gone. "What for...to tell me how horrible I am?" He sc

Her words rang in the large hall and everywhere went silent. I could feel all the eyes on me, judging...my airways close up and I struggled to breathe. I couldn't be here anymore. I stood up from my seat and rushed out of the hall. I ignored my name being called and ran faster, my heart beating as I tried to get away. Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision as I made an escape. Strong hands grabbed my upper arm and pulled me to a stop. From his scent, I knew it was Tyron. I tried to get out of his hold but he tightened his grip. "Look at me Nevaeh" he commanded but I couldn't. "Look at me Nevaeh...please" his voice was softer this time, pleading instead of commanding. I raised my head and met his eyes, tears still blurring my vision. "What did Eunice mean by what she said" My head dropped again. There was no emotion in his eyes. They were simply just blank and I had no idea what he was thinking. He wasn't supposed to find out at least. He wasn't supposed to find out at all. I w

Life only got better from then on. After I spoke with Tyron about his attitude and I was able to convince him to stop feeling guilty. He stopped avoiding me completely. I saw him every moment. He dropped whatever he was doing to spend time with us. Alaric and myself. I was happy...free. I had no reason to fear or hide. All my tormentors were gone. Eunice and her family were kept in the dungeons of another pack. Our old pack was merged with a nearby park and the pack no longer existed in the books. I couldn't help but wonder how they felt about what happened. I wanted to feel bad for them because of the change they would have to endure but I couldn’t bring myself to. I didn’t feel sorry for them, not even in the slightest, and maybe that made me a terrible person but I didn’t care. All of them turned a blind eye to the torture I suffered in that pack. They tried to partake in any punishment I was forced to endure. They never felt sorry for me and I shouldn’t feel sorry for them eithe

Two days later and I was lounging in bed with Tyron. He left his office to spend a few minutes away from all the work but it ended up turning into hours. His fingers played over my stomach and he lightly touched me. Since the news, I found him unconsciously touching my stomach always. His hand was always there. And if there was nothing to convince me, that was enough. He liked the idea of a child. And I knew I had nothing to fear, with him and his support, I'd be the best mother. He stiffened under me and I slowly got up from his chest. "Is something wrong?" I asked and he shook his head. "Patrick is here" I suddenly felt tense at the news. "H-hes here?" "Yes. Let's go" It was time to finally find out if I was indeed pregnant. "It's going to be good news" Tyron chipped my chin but I looked away. "What if it's not? You've been so excited by the possibility and then it turns out...""Shhhh" he placed a lone finger over my lips. "I hate that you worry about everything. Even the si