LUCIAN
Everytime the young Omega returns, I asked.
Not directly. Never directly.
I was the Alpha of Silver Crescent territory and I did not ask direct questions about the welfare of prisoners awaiting execution by pack vote. That was not something that happened.
What happened was this:
The young omega...Pela, I had learned her name was Pela, would complete the delivery and return to the main quarters to collect the next meal and I would happen to be nearby. In the corridor. At my desk. Near the door of whatever room she was passing through on her way back.
And I would ask something adjacent.
"Any disturbances from the holding quarters."
"The prisoner giving the guards difficulty."
"Report on the east wing."
