Eight Years in the Beast World Chapter 3

Seeing that I didn't argue, dispute, or throw a fit, Ryan and my son Wesley looked at me suspiciously.

Even though I'd stated I wouldn't cause trouble tonight, Ryan remained wary. He ordered me locked up.

I was confined in the wolf tribe's special prison.

The guards at the entrance looked at me with sympathy.

I was supposedly the tribe chief's lady, yet on this day of celebration and reunion, I was locked in a cell.

More absurdly, I had personally designed this prison.

Ryan was certainly making full use of resources.

Suddenly, food was delivered to my cell. It had been a long time since I'd eaten such a hearty meal in the wolf tribe.

Instinctively cautious, I asked the guard who'd sent it.

After getting the answer, I desperately didn't want to believe it, but seeing the dead rat in my cell that had eaten from the same plate, I finally gave up hope.

My son—the son I'd worked so hard to bring into this world—had tried to poison me.

I closed my eyes tightly, exhausted to my core.

The noise from outside could even be heard in the cell.

Lena wore a leather dress, very sexy.

The moment she appeared, every male present looked her way.

Feeling the surrounding gazes, Ryan's face darkened with displeasure.

His possessiveness taking over, he pulled Lena into his arms.

They pressed close together as Lena blushed:

"Ryan, you can't do this. You already have a lady, and I've been married before..."

Ryan looked disdainful, his eyes full of Lena:

"Sylvia is just for show. She's weak, can't hunt, just stays in the tribe tinkering with weird things all day. I've wanted her gone for a long time."

Lena's eyes brightened:

"So does that mean... Ryan, you're willing to make me your mate?"

"Yes, yes!"

My son Wesley stood nearby, clapping enthusiastically.

He'd long disapproved of me. Other tribe members' mothers were all wolf people who could hunt.

Only I was pale and delicate with a small frame, unable to hunt and always staying in the tribe.

He'd long wanted a strong mother.

Lena's appearance suited him perfectly.

The other wolves in the tribe looked at each other upon hearing this news.

They knew what I'd contributed to the tribe over the years and how good I'd been to them.

Now the chief wanted to cast me aside. They wanted to advise Ryan to reconsider.

But the words stuck in their throats because Ryan was their chief.

The wolf tribe followed a single leader with clear hierarchies.

Ryan's word had always been law in the tribe. No one dared defy him.

Lena smiled, pressing close to Ryan:

"In that case, whenever you make Sylvia leave the tribe, I'll marry you then."