Elara;
My hand rests on my chest as I let out a heavy breath, and my lips drag to the sides, revealing a bright grin on my face. Finally, I’ve escaped Alpha Arthur, and I know I’ve fled from death.
Stabbing Alpha Arthur’s abdomen was risky but it was something I needed to do to survive whatever he wanted to do with me. I can’t let him have my body. The first time was a mistake, but the second….. Means I'm either sick or crazy.
The fact he has the right, or should I say the privilege, to do whatever he wants with any she-wolf he desires makes it not safer for me. In our pack, the Nightshade Pack, there is a rule that states; no one dares to oppose the Alpha King, in whatever he wants or does. It’s a whole entitlement thing for him, and the consequence for anyone who dares, is death.
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