(Alnilam)
After dealing with Tarian and his pack, I want to check Amaia's room so I ask one of the guards where her room is.
He hesitates, terror occupies his gaze.
"Your Grace! Forgive me, but Alpha Tarian had her stuff thrown out, and that room is now used as a store room."
That hurts to think.
"Asshole, you should have let me wrench out his windpipe. He dared touch our mate's room," Snow fumes.
"Take me to the room," I order the guard. He bows, taking me to a room in the back building.
He opens the rickety door, the paint badly needs a job. I enter.
The room is small in size, with cartons, broken furniture and other stored items haphazardly thrown in there. No indication whatsoever that she ever lived here apart from some posters ripped off the walls.
"Did she always live here?" I question the guard, moving closer to the dirty wall, where the paint is chipping off.
