Escaping From My Ruthless Alpha

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r I cut all ties with the Obsidian Pack, but hearing it said aloud feels like a final blow. Rogues are infamous for a reason-lone wolves cast out

ning. "Is that true?" he asks, his voice

ke it's branding itself onto my skin, marking me with a fate I never wanted. Panic surges th

drifting toward the knife at his belt. "We should deal with her

eaking as I take a step

lamping down on my arm, squeezing so hard I can feel my bones s

. I try to jerk free, but his grip tightens painfully. "Please, wait!" I shout, my

The first warrior's grip loosens just slightly, and I catch the flicker of unc

dripping with contempt. "Rogues will

oug

ward, her expression fierce and her eyes blazing with authority. She's taller than I am, with d

ers, her gaze sweeping over the m

rotests, his brow furrowed, "she's

l take her back to the Pack and decide her fate there. If she's lying, we'll deal with it then." She turns her gaze to me

ack reluctantly. The first warrior releases my ar

per, my voice tremb

terrupts, her tone cold. "Yo

she pulls out a coarse, woolen blanket and tosses it at me. "Cover yo

p it tightly around my body. The shame of being exposed in front of them burns almost as much as

his eyes narrowing as he regards me. "We'll take her back to the Pack," he deci

e a struggle. The walk is long and arduous, and the weight of what just happened sinks in. I was nearly

*

iors lead me to a dark stone building at the edge of the Pack's territory. It's a prison. M

shing me roughly into a cell. The heavy iro

illing my nose. The room is small and dark, with only a thin mat on the floor for

r sneers before turning to leave. "

ing me. I've escaped one prison just to end up in another. The taste of freedom had been so clo

t, I hear a voice-a raspy, low mumble c

girl,

ched in the shadows. A woman. As she steps forward, I catch a glimpse of her face, gaunt and

ad, studying me with a crooked grin. "What'd you do to end up here, hmm? Did you steal from the Alpha? Try to

sence fills me with unease, but there's a sadness in her ey

ask quietly, my voice

pping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Did some things I shouldn't have, but who hasn't, right?" She steps closer, her gaze

g myself against the wall.

back and forth as if nothing had happened. "Believe wha

alvin's torment, only to end up in a prison in another Pack. It feels like no matter where I go, the walls just keep closi

n blanket tighter around myself, curling up on the floor. I close my eyes, trying to blo

ndless cycle of suffering, and I don