CHAPTER SIX:
Ivy's words cut through the stale air of the prison cell like a sharp blade.
The demand she utters feels like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless and bewildered.
“You can leave the prison," she says, her voice dripping with malice, "only if you lick my feet and apologize."
I stare at her, my mind reeling with disbelief. Is this what our friendship has come to? Was it all just a facade, a charade of false camaraderie?
I scoffed at her audacity. “In your dreams, Ivy. I would rather remain here.”
“It’s pack’s Luna to you!.” She shouted gritting her teeth. “That is how you should address me, you ungrateful omega.”
“I will address you the way you deserve and you certainly don’t deserve my respect!.” I lashed back at her.
She frowned at me.
“You know, Ivy. I used
