Thalia followed Alpha Damian into his chamber, her heart pounding in her chest. The heavy door closed behind her with a soft thud, making the room feel smaller, more suffocating. She kept her gaze low, bracing herself for whatever was about to happen.
Alpha Damian stood near the window, his back turned to her as he spoke, his voice calm but unsettling. "You know where I found you, Thalia. At that brothel, where you were sold to me."
Thalia felt a chill run down her spine. She had feared this conversation would come one day, but now that it was here, she wasn’t ready for it. Her memories of the past were hazy, nothing but scattered fragments. She didn’t even know her real parents. All she remembered was waking up in Madam Gigi’s brothel, a place that felt more like a prison than anything
