Ashley's POV I fidgeted as I sat down waiting for Alpha Simpson. Earlier, I was dragged from the slave quarters and bundled down to his office. Whilst waiting, l perceived his aura from a distance. Knowing fully well that he had arrived, I rose to my feet with my head bowed and my arms folded in front of me. The door flung open and he strolled in, his aura filling the air. "Good morning Alpha Simpson. I am honored to …" "Refrain from traditions… You must have been flustered when they dragged you down here. I could have ordered them to be more careful, but you are a slave, to avoid unnecessary rumors, you should be treated as one." he said uneasily as he took his seat. Why must he say it to my face? Hearing him refer to me as a slave hurt me to the bones, but he was damn right. Isn't he? I heard footsteps from behind and I turned around. That was when I realized that Alpha Simpson wasn't alone, he had come with his Luna. What the hell did they have to say? I thought as I bowed in

Ashley's POV "Allen!" I yelled as soon as I stepped into the pack house. I had walked all the way from Lovers Lounge while Logan was taken away by the guards. A series of unanswered questions ran across my mind. I was going crazy and I couldn't think straight. I needed a break, a diversion, and there it was, Allen- the best diversion. I hadn't seen him today and it was past noon already. Seeing him and his improved state was all I needed to take my mind off all my aches. At first, I took hurried steps, but slowly, I began to run, and at the end, I sprinted all the way down to the room where Allen was kept. Breathing hard, I stood before the guard who was stationed by the door. I bowed in greetings and he opened the door wide. Swiping off the sweat on my forehead, I proceeded in. I smiled faintly as I beheld Allen. He had gotten up from the bed. He was sitting on a stool and he looked more radiant and colorful. "I am glad to see you're up. Seeing you looking better made my day,"

Adrian's POV The First Responders is a group within the secret sect. It's the arm of offense and defense. It's as old as the sect itself. Although I was the first member, I had to hand-pick leaders for different successions, this is because I couldn't continue to lead the group, I had numerous tasks on my shoulders. But when duties call, I am always in the picture, of course taking the lead. I still remember my first set of operations as a first responder. At that time, King Carter; Prince Regan's father, was just annihilated alongside all the members of his immediate family. Only Prince Regan was spared and he was badly wounded. The three wise men ordered that I get the Prince out of the palace unnoticed, he needed to be treated. Although I was blessed with supernatural abilities. I knew I was going into the Lion's den. We were still in the heat of the seizure. King Muna who usurped the throne was still bleating about like a deranged dog, killing everyone connected to the late

Ashley's POVThe night wasn't different from any other night. I tossed from one side of the floor to the other as I recounted how I got entangled with all this mess. It all started with Becca, she made Stanley, my chosen mate, to reject me. To redeem my family and the pack, I showed up as Prince Regan's substitute bride when Becca refused to be his bride. Prince Regan rejected me and relegated me to a cursed slave.Instead of being initiated as a slave into the slave quarters, I was thrown into a dungeon where I met Allen who was good to me.After leaving the dungeon, I vowed to help Allen regain his freedom.Using my last card with Alpha Simpson, I got Allen released but he was at the brink of death and whilst I attended to his needs, I realized that he was a murderer. He was thrown into the dungeon because he killed one Ashley. Ashley was Allen's second chance mate and the chosen mate Prince Logan; Alpha Simpson's eldest son.Tonight, I just found out why Prince Logan and Allen

Regan's POVIt was becoming tiring and bothersome. I had waited all through the night to hear from Adrian and other members of the first responders, but there was still no information and I was getting worried.After the completion of a mission, Adrian would always mind-link me to give an account of all that went down.This kind of silence was the first of its kind and I was becoming nervous. I wheeled my wheelchair into the yard and tried to occupy my mind. Maya had left very early. As usual, she did not tell me where she was heading and it was none of my concern. Although that was a lie, she was my wife and I considered her as a property. I owned her including all her deeds.Shortly after she had left, Prince Adams rode out of the palace. Immediately, I understood that it was one of their numerous meetings. How could this be? I yelled in my head, totally enraged, but kept mute. When the right time comes I will deal with them, especially Maya.If Adrian was on standby, I would have