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is Alpha instincts screaming at

you forget what true reverence is." In one swift motion, h

de down. I struggled, my fists beating against his uny

d!" I screamed, any shred of calm

nd staircase. The servants in the hall bowe

om door and threw me ont

a cornered cat, but he was faster. He block

s voice dangerously low. "Take back your foolish dem

c weaving into his tone.

e Alpha's

uld not resist the direct order of a high-rank

d, to bend my will. But my reborn soul, forged in

mocking curve of my lips. "Your comma

d by a deeper, more profound fury. He was

ve me one last, dark look before slamm

it wouldn't budge. I heard the distinct beep-beep

locke

solid wood, screaming curses at

sound of a car engine starti

es. I knew where he was going. To his mistress. And he was takin

ion downstairs. The children's voices, a

's tone perfectly. "My father said Mom needs to 'calm down'.

petulant. "What? Are you defying the order of your fut

the sound of Edwin's weary si

just imprisoning me. He was

was his most lo

plunged into a darkness

I curled up on the bed, listening t

t here to die again

egan to feel my way through the d

de. The door was a custom alloy. This

landing on the expensive, high-thread-count

e idea began to