Chapter 77

• Alexandra
• Alpha Axton’s men follow closely behind Delta Marcus and I as we retreat from the great hall. I remember the two of them well, one broke three of my ribs in punishment for accidentally making eye contact with him while the other kept me locked up without food for a whole week. I swore I was going to die on both accounts.
• I grip onto Marcus’ arm tightly and in a low, fragile voice plead with him not to leave me with them. He gives me a gentle squeeze back and whispers in a nearly inaudible voice, “do as I say. Alpha’s orders.”