139 Looking like death

"Push her in!" Ophelia was being held by the guards as the head guard declared. The guards immediately shoved her into the dungeon and scowled at her as though she had just killed off their entire family.

Ophelia, on the other hand, controlled her balance and stopped herself from collapsing. She elegantly dusted her frock and shot back a vicious gaze with her piercing, golden, reptile-like eyes.

Fortunately, the spell had worn out.

"Check out that glare!" One of the guards gasped, feigning terror.

"We ought to have the power to discipline her ourselves." One more smugly laughed. "She is such a lovely little thing."

Ophelia scoffed incredulously, pulling her hair back. "Unbelievable."

"Stay away from the Alpha's mate!" A recognizable voice roared.

It was Artem. Since the moment she fought Danil, she had not seen him. Where had he been during that entire period?