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One morning , I opened my eyes to a bright, warm light streaming in through the open window. Confused, I sat up, rubbing my eyes and taking in my surroundings.
I shivered in my thin tunic and threw the scratchy blanket off, rising to my feet and going to the bars of the cell. As I approached, I saw a figure standing outside, watching me curiously. It was the Alpha.
His eyes met mine, dark and intense, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of fear.
"Good morning," he said, his voice deep and commanding.
I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. After all, I was still a prisoner in this cruel world.
I recoiled, backing away from the bar.
" Good morning! " I answered, my voice barely above a whisper .
I could feel his gaze piercing into me as he leaned in closer. His chiseled jaw set
