The Alpha Became A Beggar After Putting Me To Cell

n my wrist

th the ferocity of a wolf backed into a blo

pirit has left the pack lands, and I

ting in his eyes like a wildf

umb pressing on the pulse point that marked me as

streamed down my cheek

ould snuff out the last spark

tted deer, coughing so

him crouch down, his voice cold as

lders had torn your wolf h

ain, but his hand fro

anked. The fabric tore with a sharp rip, and

grip, a deep, black-purple scar snak

r the ragged scar that snaked across my throat-shaped like a wolf tra. Th

und my neck, hoist me until my toes barely touched the

s alpha blood!" Each word was punctuated by a yank, the rope burning through

that final insult, even if i

hollowed out, parroting

vile, worthl

car, and my body went rigid. Tears sp

laws itched to tear through my skin. "They crave the raw thrill of breaking

pils slitting like a

d hurled me onto a b

ring at my clothes with the urgen

ng out words throug

this is fair

ou're worth her worry? She's carrying my

t ripping apart, and stopped fighting. No kisses, no tenderness-just his brutal, vengeful force, using me

sparing me a glance. "Clean this up," he said,

d the door

s I knelt on the floor, picking up th

d clung to with everything I had. That one was still intact. I'd fought so ha