Sapphire’s Pov
The new suite was, well, new - a sprawling expanse of polished obsidian floors and walls hung with tapestries of silver-threaded wolves, looking like it had been designed just yesterday. It was beautiful, yes, but it felt like a museum where I was the primary exhibit.
I didn’t need somewhere this flashy; if Alberto knew anything about me, he would have known that getting me somewhere closer to all the greenery I had grown up in would be better.
After the dead zone, the sheer abundance of magic in these walls felt like a weight on my chest, reminding me that I was now fully under the power of this Alpha. Tentatively, I sat myself down on the bed and ran my hands over the smooth, soft sheets. The windows caught my attention—large and barred with some iron that looked impo
