CHAPTER 11

FURY

RORY'S POV

“It’s not your turn to take the Alpha’s tea.”

I turned to see Zara, the Alpha’s oldest mistress, standing in the doorway with her hands on her waist. Her sharp gaze raked over me like I was something filthy clinging to her floors.

I exhaled slowly. “Whose turn is it then?”

“It’s Mira’s.”

The name sent a jolt through me. Mira—the same woman who had sold me out during my escape attempt. I hadn’t seen her since that night, hadn’t even had a chance to look her in the eye.

“Mira?” I repeated, trying to keep my voice neutral.

“Yes, the one who reported your...