Chapter 60 Whispers Behind Locked Doors

• BRIANA
• The sound of a hidden door creaking open snaps me out of my thoughts, and I turn my head, expecting to see Alpha Morgan. By my rough guess—and judging by how much of the wolfsbane poison I’ve managed to burn out of my system—an hour must have passed since I first woke up.
• But to my surprise, it isn’t Morgan. Instead, a blonde she-wolf slips into the room carrying a tray of food. Her small frame, trembling as she walks, tells me she’s an omega. What makes my chest tighten isn’t her presence—it’s the bruises marring her arms and neck, clear marks that someone has used her in ways no wolf should be used.