LUXURIA.
I had been knocking on the door but got no answer. I was nervous to death. I was angry at him. At my mate. For putting me through such hell.
That dark, cold dungeon had nearly shattered my spirit, molding me into something else. It broke me.
I hated him for it. For everything. For tearing me down, breaking me piece by piece until the rebellion inside me died a natural death.
I had no will to be rebellious or disobedient anymore. I wouldn't want to go back in there.
He'd turned me into a version of myself I barely recognized, too afraid to resist. Yet, no matter the rage burning through my veins, I couldn't avoid him forever.
Thanks to Zendaya for her intervention. She seemed to have delivered my message to the Alpha.
I had sent her to tell him that I'd like to see him. A
