Anna's POV
I thought Alpha Dylan was different.
That’s the reason I came to him in the first place—because I believed he was nothing like the rest of them. But I made a mistake. He’s exactly like those people who used to look down on me, mock me, treat me like I was nothing. No, he’s worse.
Much worse.
I force myself up from the floor, my body aching with every movement. My legs are barely working, so I stumble toward the bed and collapse onto it. My fingers tremble as I reach up to rub my neck, hoping to ease the sharp, throbbing pain there. It doesn’t help.
If it weren’t for Vanessa, I would be dead. She saved me. She’s the only one who’s ever truly cared. The rest of them? They look at me like I’m filth scraped from the bottom of their boots—like I crawled out of a sewer and don’t
