I felt a void inside, like all my feelings had been snatched away. Luca, the one who took everything from me, left me empty. I needed to be careful with my actions to shield Axel's pack from harm. The weight of self-hatred pressed on me, and the idea of joining Axel in death seemed appealing.
In the quiet room, tears dripped steadily onto the pillow, my clothes discarded in tatters on the floor. Luca, in his authority, confined me, fearing I might conspire with Axel's pack. I found myself a captive once again. Falsehoods filled the air as Luca told Alessio that I was unwell due to Axel's demise, leaning on him for support. I hoped Alessio would see through the deception. Reluctantly, I followed Luca's commands, navigating the dangerous waters of his temper, indifferent to whether I surviv
