Relief flooded through Olivia as she saw Devon approaching, but the comfort was fleeting. What if he believed their accusations? How could she defend herself when words were beyond her reach?
Devon's heart tightened at the sight of her—small, fragile, yet so undeniably brave. She stood her ground, a brief flicker of relief in her eyes as they locked onto his, quickly replaced by fear. What had they done to her?
"Explain," Devon demanded, his tone brooking no argument.
The soldier who had been holding Olivia stepped forward, his bravado vanished. "I found her at your chamber door, Alpha Devon. She was trying to get inside."
"And?" Devon's voice was a blade, cutting through the soldier's excuses. "Do you not know that she is the only one permitted to enter my chamber, whether I am there or not? Who gave you the authority to treat her like this?"