Thirty-Four

Helena sat on the cold, gray stone floor of the dank cell in Alexander's house. The bastard had locked her up for three days. She leaned against the wall, wondering when this madness would be over.

Her husband, Bruno, had proven himself to be nothing but a spineless coward, a fact that angered her to no end. But her concern for her niece, Iris, weighed heavily on her heart.

She sensed danger and was desperate to warn Iris to flee for her life.

Helena knew Alexander's evil nature and feared he would stop at nothing to cause harm. Her greatest fear was that he would drag Iris back into his cruel world, where the poor girl suffered as a maid in her father's house.

History was repeating itself. Her sister, Mona Lisa, whom she fondly called Mona, endured the same fate.

Helena cursed herself for exposing Iris to the danger of daring to step foot in the Lycan pack.

Once Adonis, Alexander's mortal enemy, discovered the truth about Iris, her life would be in grave danger.

He could kill her