Alpha Nox
“That would be my mother.”
I swallowed my half-chewed food and cracked open the can of soda. The carbonation crackled across my tongue, and I winced. It was so fucking sweet. I ran my tongue over my teeth, wishing I had a damn toothbrush. A quick glance around my cell told me there were no cameras. Why would they need them when a guard walked by every five minutes?
“Your mother is Alpha Lyra.”
“Yes.”
“And Phineas has your sister. Maisie, right?” I took another drink, cringing at the taste. “The girl that ripped my mate-bond with Nox to shreds.”