Aria's POV
I was helpless.
The cold stone of the dungeon pressed against my back as I struggled to free myself from the leather straps binding me to the chair. My throat was raw from screaming, but it didn’t matter. Alpha Logan wasn’t listening. No one was.
My eyes were fixed on the woman before me, the one strapped to the table. Her legs were spread wide, her body shaking with fear and pain as Logan’s guard moved in with the instruments—a crude, syringe-like instrument with milky liquid inside it, designed for one thing: to ensure her impregnation.
“No! Please, stop! Stop this!” I screamed.
But Logan didn’t even flinch. He stood by the table, arms folded, watching with a sickening, detached interest as if this was nothing more than routine. My chest heaved as panic gripped me.
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