Chapter 44. Torture Room

Prince Harad's POV

Beta Naria stared at us, his face etched with a look of pure horror. His eyes were opened wide, filled to the brim with fear and disbelief.

The palpable fear in him is especially interesting. What could be causing him to hesitate in disclosing Taylor's whereabouts when it is clear that she was with him?

As I wait endlessly for his reply, a nagging sensation of doubt and suspicion creeps up within me.

"Beta, we are Lycans. We are capable of detecting even the faintest scent," I informed him sarcastically as I advanced towards him. "You shared a bed with her and my instincts warn me that there's something wrong with your attitude. Where is she? I want to talk to her!"

As I waited impatiently for him to answer, I noticed a muscle in his neck twitching.

“Your Highnesses, please,” his voice quivered with nervousness. “She is with the Alpha and cannot be contacted at the moment. I will tell her that you want to speak to her so tha