*Maddox*

I stare at Isla in bewilderment, not sure what to say to her. I should probably be down in the dungeon trying to break Alpha Jordan, trying to figure out where the hell his fucking daughter is hiding, but I came here because I wanted to talk to Isla to make sure she was all right.

Apparently, she is not.

Sighing, I walk over to her bed and sit down next to her, my hip near her knee. “What do you mean?” I ask her. “Replaced… by who?”

She runs a hand through her hair, blonde curls tangling around her fingers, before she grimaces and untangles herself. She likely...