The servant's quarters were nothing like the cold, dark dungeon Arianna had expected. The small room she'd been assigned was modest but clean—a narrow bed with simple linens, a wooden chest for belongings she didn't have, and a small window that overlooked the citadel's inner courtyard.

It was more than she deserved as a slave, and that fact alone made her suspicious.

Arianna sat on the edge of the bed, wearing the plain gray dress that had been provided. It was coarse against her skin, nothing like the fine fabrics she'd worn as an Alpha's daughter, but it covered her and that was enough.

Her body still ached, reminding her...