Rebecca
I woke up, disoriented, the scent of unfamiliar herbs filling the air. I blinked several times, trying to adjust to my surroundings. The sterile white walls didn’t feel like home. But there was something... familiar about the face in front of me. I was sure I was hallucinating. My body ached like it had been through hell. The memories of the Alpha King's pack haunted me—images of their sneering faces, their crude offers, their attempts to break me.
"Aunt Dorothy?" I croaked, unsure if I was speaking to reality or a dream.
The woman sitting beside me looked up from the vial of medicine in her hands, her gaze softening. "You’re awake?" she asked with a gentle smile. There was something about her that made her seem like she’d never left my life, even though years had passed since
