FORTY-SIX

The sight of Zayden, still naked and seated on the bare floor of his cell had me feeling nauseous. He was in bad shape, his bloody face almost unrecognizable and his body covered in several injuries. His wolf could not heal him because the walls were lined with silver.

He snapped his head up to face me as soon as I was close enough, and I was grateful Draven was standing behind me. Even in this state and locked up in a cell, I was scared he’ll try to attack me.

He looked weak, but still had that viciousness in his eyes, a trait peculiar to Alphas. No matter the situation, they never easily give in to defeat. I had to scrunch my nose at the smell coming out from his cell and not once did I think a day will come when Zayden will be reduced to this. Where is his pride and strength now?

He looked slimmer than the last time I’d seen him and I briefly recalled the many times I’d seen him naked and I felt my wolf whimper. All those times he’d bedded other women and given me a show while at