y defeated, were already starting to pull off their worn clothes. They moved like automatons, showing no resistance whatsoever. It was clear they had lost a

Her heart pounded frantically. She copied the others, her hands shaking

women stood around her, their bodies equally exposed and vulnerable. Some tried to cover themselves with their hands, and Issa was among them, wrapping her arm

ms radiated raw and untamed power. Their eyes, like the first captor she had seen, glowed with an unnatural, predatory light. They be

r grunted, pointing to a you

as immediately led away by a smaller guard, h

manded, selecting an old

lumped, and she

errifying faces of the Alphas. Please don't pick me. Please, just let me be ignored. Let me be invisible to them

gone, their silent departures adding to the chilling a

An Alpha that wasn't

-eyed

ce, a tangible weight in the air, pulling at her senses. His eyes, which usually held the color of ancient gold, w

ze linger, then settle on her, burning into her skin, causing her to sweat despite the co

open, his hand was extended, hi

Of everyone here, it's him? The fear was overwhelming, so potent

, the same one who had thrown her to the grou

upid human!" he snarled, reach

in an attempt to instill force, a low growl echo

t thunder that made the large werewolf flinch back, jerking his hand away as if i

a time. He reached her, and Issa flinched, bracing herself for a

e, settled on her bare shoulder. His fingers were

n invitation. It was the first time someone had spoken to her in such a tone since her

m the judging eyes of the pack. He didn't drag her; he guided her. Every part of

a tray with food-actual, appealing food: roasted meat, sweet berries, a small loaf of bread-and a goblet

. His voice, which was once a brutal

added as he hand

ike crushed grapes and something wild. Something she had truly missed, after

t liquid warmed her from the inside out, quickly dissolving every timid part of her, loos

made no sudden moves as he spoke in a low, almost soothing tone,

gentle as he brushed her hair from he

heavy, detached, as if floating. His f

fading sensation she couldn't quite gr