Andreas
I’m always here for you, Andreas…You’re everything to me, too.
Her voice echoed in my mind as my feet pounded desperately through the halls. I remembered Michaela’s despairing sobs, the night I’d finally forced her to bow by threatening her friend’s life. The sight of her tears had made me miserable – it was the farthest thing from a victory I could have imagined.
Tortured all night – what was Kristin thinking? What had I been thinking, to allow this punishment ritual in the first place? Michaela was already a slave; there was no need for this.
Running feet far behind me, Maya’s voice calling out after me: “Alpha! Wait! I need to tell you – the other glove, it belongs to–”
I ran even faster, my heaving breaths drowning out her voice. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered b
