Milena~
The inner becomes smaller. Suffocating. Sounds fade like ashes. The atmosphere is so thick it can be cut with a sword, and every ounce in me yells for escape.
Eluding an Alpha who has his Beta and Gamma behind him is like an illusion. The possibility is thin. Besides, this is his pack. He knows every nook and cranny.
Clearing my throat, I fight one of the most significant internal battles: to wear my armor of courage. Men like Alpha Dragomir feed off people's fear. I found out years back.
Tossing my hair to the side, my lips part to speak, but Zlata’s voice silences mine.
“Milena is my guest, Alpha.” She rises.
Alpha Dragomir slants his head sideways, exploring her like she is a clown. He scoffs, scratching the bridge of his nose as he says in a mocking tone, “When did you
