Laying on the bed dressed in the t shirt and jumper that was among the clothes she had found in one of the dressers within the room, Isabella stared at the ceiling, the words of her captor bouncing around her head.
'Your father always wanted a boy, who's going to accept a female Alpha? no-one wants to be led by the weaker of our race' he had hissed from the shadows of her room whilst she had strained against the chains, trying to reach him, to tear out his voice box just to stop him verbalizing the fears she was starting to think might be true.
The door creaked open to her left, Isabella didn't even bother to look over, knowing it was the hooded man bringing her some dinner.
'Good evening Isabella' The man said quietly, placing the tray down on the floor beside the door and pushing it i
