Rebecca
I woke up, my heart racing in the aftermath of a long, torturous dream. It wasn’t just any dream—it was a vivid, psychological nightmare. I had been back in the Alpha King’s pack, locked away in the same cruel prison, a prisoner for sins I never committed. We were seven again, and the weight of it felt all too real. But this time, I wasn’t locked up by the Alpha King. I was a prisoner of a different kind—kept captive by the father of the child I was carrying, my mate.
The irony of it all hit me hard, and I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. Who wouldn’t have a mental breakdown in my situation? Who would even want to wake up from this nightmare? I was trapped in a cycle of despair, but as much as I longed to stay in the comfort of sleep, I knew it wouldn’t do me any good. For
