The dungeon’s stench kept getting worse, rubbing my nose in the fact that this place was nothing but pure decay.

I sat with my back against the damp wall. I stared at the food tray they’d shoved through the bars hours ago.

Leftovers.

Scraps from the Alpha’s table and the Heiress’s rich meals. Warm meat. Fresh bread. A small bowl of stew that smelled like savory herbs.

I hadn’t touched it.

Not at first.

My gut twisted with hunger, but my pride burned hotter. I refused to eat the crumbs of the girl who stole everything from me.

Anika Valerion. The trash Null who crawled out of the slums of...