But his mind wasn't just on the logistics—no. He was brimming with curiosity. 'What exactly happened last night?' What kind of "torture" had Addison endured? Would she finally know her place now?
Buzzing with eagerness, Greg abruptly changed direction, veering away from the training grounds and heading back toward the packhouse. He wanted a glimpse—just a glimpse—of what remained of the once-defiant Luna.
'Was she broken? Shaken? Barely clinging to consciousness? Or had Zion gone even further than that?'
His thoughts burned with expectation as he approached, eager to witness the aftermath firsthand.
Beta Greg knew he wasn't permitted to enter the fourth floor—only the omegas responsible for cleaning and fixing the door were allowed there. However, he waited at the base of the stairs on the third floor, pacing back and forth as he kept an eye on the omegas, eager to see when they would be finished.
