The realisation that I wasn't in the storage room, lying on the cold, hard floor, surprised me—just like the fact that my wounds hadn’t turned me into a victim and that I was still alive.
I looked around the room before pushing myself up. As I moved, I felt some pain, likely from my half-healed wounds on my back. That reminded me not to lie on my back, which was probably why I had ended up on my stomach.
Closing my eyes again, I tried to recall how I got here and where I had been. For a moment, the Alpha's words echoed in my mind when he offered me a position as his mistress. He said he would build me a comfortable home and ensure I never lacked for anything. My chest hurt, and my heart clenched at the thought that he might have sent Barrett for me, not wanting his mate to suffer any lo
