Jane

I woke only minutes ago, still lying naked on the bed, my legs spread wide. The Alpha King wasn’t beside me, and that alone was a heavy breath of relief. Forcing myself up, I dragged my weak body toward the bathroom.

I forced a quick shower, scrubbing like I could wash him off my skin, whispering prayers that he wouldn’t crash in and take me again.

In the mirror, the bruise on my cheek stared back like a brand; I pressed my palms to my face and sobbed.

How long must I live under this ...