{Isla’s POV}We were prisoners in our own land. The Lycans must really think the Queen is weak and helpless, roaming the Reigns and doing anything they liked— like taking the Queen herself hostage!How fucked up is that?I know how our carelessness got us into this predicament but I don’t know what will save us. How do we escape from a really funny-looking but smart Lycan Commander whom I might just have told I loved serving him?He had said he was throwing an orgy party to celebrate his reunion with his trusted Rogues. So he thinks we’re both his trusted Rogues.That’s both a good thing and a bad thing. Good thing, because it gives us the latitude to conspire against him without being immediately suspected of the crime. But a bad thing because he had just claimed us under his small alliance, which means we won’t be returning to the ‘Rogue Lives Matter’ group anytime soon.And I had told them over at GreyHill to remain there until I return. But as it stands, I don’t think I’ll be mak

{Isla’sPOV}We were led from the shelter to an open space on the outside. The Dwarf commander wanted Cayden’s humiliation to be public.I wanted Cayden’s victory to be private. I was the only one in the crowd that knew what Cayden was capable of. I was the only one that knew Cayden had been pretending.Last time we were in a risky situation and Cayden decided to make a fool out of all of them by making them believe he was powerless.But now, his life is on the line and you can’t expect him to just throw away the opportunity to save himself and save little Lily.I knew this much and it was a funny situation that I was the only one that knew this.I looked over at where the Dwarf Commander was seated on his high throne.The throne is fucking high and I don’t want to waste words on describing how high— but it’s high.He was seated up there comfortably and from any distance, you could effortlessly see the pride written on his face. He was aligned with the fact that Cayden would be a dead

{Isla’s POV}The Dwarf commander had shot up his feet in his annoyance, but so far, he hadn’t said anything.He was just standing there with his short form, pouring his glare on Cayden— who was unmoved by it. At a corner, Korr could be heard screaming like a distressed toddler as he was being carried away by his fellow Lycans. If I were to be in his shoes, I would have ended my own life. The sight of him with such a broken and fucked up neck was not friendly in the slightest.With the momentary inactivity, the crowd’s murmuring started to grow once again. They couldn’t contain their bewilderment as Cayden had defeated probably the most praised Lycan in the Hold. He had gone from being a punching bag to being the punching gloves.Don’t know if that analogy makes sense but you get my point. Anyway, Cayden’s sudden switch made me wonder what had been at play during their battle. Was it an intended act of Cayden’s or did the tables really turn?The latter doesn’t seem feasible to me. Ca

{Isla’s POV}For the first time in my life, I felt like my eyes and ears were lying to me at the same time.Standing before me in flesh was the Dwarf commander.And he had just said the words, “Your Highness.”Our pretense was over.Our schemes were uncovered.Our disguise was compromised. He knew who we were. He knew who I was.Cayden and I shot up to our feet simultaneously now. We stared helplessly at the Dwarf commander who gloriously strolled into the Shelter.He wasn’t hiding the fact that he had heard us. No lie could save us.“Well well well.” The Dwarf commander said as he made himself comfortable on one of our stools. “The Alpha Queen. In my Hold? Wow!” He exclaimed and cackled a bit before turning to face the entrance.“Can you believe this?” He asked openly as his escort guards trooped in to surround us. I felt Lily grip my leg tightly.“Sound the horn!” **We were dragged out to the open grounds, bound in heavy silver chains and manacles.I have never been squeezed so ti

{Isla’s POV}I bit Cayden’s blindfold off and glared at him as he blinked and adjudged his eyes to the tone of the atmosphere. “We’re in a cave.” I helped him out, still training my eyes on him in case he looked at me. He turned his gaze to look further ahead and studied the cave. “I’m not going to look at you Isla.” He said.“Well, I don’t trust you.” I rejoined.“So, you’re just going to keep looking at me?” He asked, now studying the writings on the Boulder we were chained to.“Yes, Cayden. Yes!” I scowled at him and watched a smile grow on his face.“What’s amusing you?” I asked.“You’re acting funny. You still have clothes on, Isla.” He said, still studying the weird scribblings.“I’m not acting funny! I’m being serious! … and my clothes are torn. I look like a freaking ragged stripper!” I voiced but he was still smiling.Why is he fucking smiling?“Okay, Isla. Why don’t you come over and help me take off my shirt so you can wear it?” He suggested.What?!“And then you’ll be str