Alpha Nathan’s POV
A wave of shock ran through me, quickly turning to anger and frustration.
“Take me to her,” I ordered, pushing past the guard. He led me quickly, footsteps echoing off the stone walls as we headed down to the cells.
Arriving at the cell, I found Lisa lying on the cold stone floor, blood pooling around her. One of the guards' daggers was clutched weakly in her hand.
“Get the healer!” I barked at a guard, who ran off. I knelt beside her, torn between anger and a prickling guilt. Her breathing was shallow, her skin pale, as if her life was slipping away.
“Why would you do this?” I muttered, unsure if I was asking her or myself. She struggled to focus on me, her eyes hazy with pain yet filled with relief.
“Better… to die… than to live as your slut,” she whispered. Her
