"You’re free to move through the south and west wings," Sera said. "The north wing is restricted without direct summons. The east wing...." She hesitated. "The east wing is where pack business is conducted. The Alphas’ offices are there. Council chambers. Records rooms. You should avoid that area."
"Why?" Lilith asked.
"Because the Alphas value their privacy. And because...." Sera’s voice dropped lower. "Because you don’t want to be caught where you’re not supposed to be. They’re not forgiving about boundaries."
They turned a corner and Lilith saw a long corridor stretching ahead. At the far end, she could see an ornate door with guards posted outside.
"That’s the Alpha’s wing," Sera said, following her gaze. "That door leads to Alpha Nicholas’s office specifically. He’s in meetings all morning."
Lilith found herself moving in that direction without consciously deciding to.
"Miss Thorne.....Lilith" Sara’s voice held a warning.
But Lilith kept walking. She didn’t know why. Curiosity maybe. Or the stubborn need to understand what she’d gotten herself into.
She made it halfway down the corridor before one of the guards stepped forward.
He was massive....easily six-five, built like a wall, with the kind of scars that spoke of decades of fighting. His eyes were hard as he looked at her.
"This area is restricted," he said flatly.
"I was just...."
"The Alphas gave explicit orders. You’re not permitted in the administrative wing without direct summons." His hand moved to the weapon at his belt. Not threatening, exactly. Just a reminder. "Go back to the guest quarters. Now."
Behind her, Sera appeared. "Miss Thorne, please. He’s right. You need to leave now."
Lilith looked at the ornate door one more time. Wondered what was happening behind it. What they were discussing. Whether her name was being mentioned.
The guard’s expression hardened. "I won’t ask again."
"I’m going," Lilith said quietly.
She turned and walked back down the corridor, Sera falling into step beside her.
"I’m sorry," Sera said once they were out of earshot. "But he’s not wrong. The Alphas don’t tolerate people wandering into restricted areas. Especially not....." She stopped.
"Especially not prisoners," Lilith finished.
Sera didn’t deny it.
They walked in silence back toward the south wing.
"Thank you for the tour," Lilith said when they reached her room. "I appreciate it."
"If you need anything," Sera said, her voice softer now, "Mrs. Hallowell can help. She’s....she’s kinder than she seems."
She left before Lilith could respond.
Lilith stood in the hallway for a moment, then entered her room and closed the door.
***
The day stretched ahead of her. Empty. Endless.
She’d tried to find purpose. Tried to make herself useful. Tried to understand this place she’d been trapped in.
Instead, she’d been reminded that she had no power here. No agency. No control.
She was property. Payment. A body to be used when they wanted and ignored when they didn’t.
Lilith sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the wall.


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