Ignoring her, I run down the cold stairs, cursing myself for not having put on any socks. Still pondering over how stupid I have been to sprint off in the first place, I’m shocked as I stand in front of a mountain of a man. “Oh, hello.”

“My lady,” he bows, making the big keychain he’s wearing on his hips click.

I chuckle, happy about the fact that he seems to be nicer than the omegas. “Missy.”

He flashes me his pearly canines, as he steps forward, holding out his hand. “Ashton. I’m one of the guards.”

“And a lousy one at best,” I hear Fynn shout as I take...