Jane.
I wake up a few minutes ago and find myself still naked on the bed, with my legs spread apart.
The Alpha King isn’t by my side, and that is a big relief to me. I struggle to my feet, dragging myself to the bathroom. I take a quick shower, wishing and praying that the Alpha King doesn’t barge in and force himself on me again.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror and the bruises on my cheek. It makes me cry. How long am I going to stay with this abusive man? How long do I have to pawn my body to him and allow him to hurt me in whatever way he pleases?
My whole body will soon be covered in bruises, marks, and scars. What if he kills me sooner or burns a part of my body?
The Alpha King is a damned maniac, and there’s no saying what his crazy self can do at any point in time. Fight
