Amelia
“Your Majesty,” Director Crane replies cautiously. “As director of Home for the Forgotten, may I assure you that I am familiar with my residents, and this one is merely an ungrateful troublemaker who only knows how to run away.”
I can barely register her words as I stare up at the man I saved. I thought he was a human, yet somehow he’s the Alpha Prince.
“Really, Your Majesty,” Director Crane goes on, “she’s not fit to be a royal pet. It would be my pleasure to have her executed for you and offer you your pick of more obedient pets instead.”
But if this man was the Alpha Prince, why had he been unwell in the middle of the forest? Who had been chasing him? This doesn’t make sense at all.
The Alpha Prince, still not responding to Director Crane, steps forward and offers me his h
