Selena’s POV.
I heard footsteps echoing down the corridor, the rattle of keys, the clang of iron. I sat up slowly, back pressed to the cold stone wall, arms still bound, body sore from the last beating. But I refused to flinch.
They returned, just as they always did
Today, though… They brought only water.
The guard shoved the rusted cup toward me. I reached for it, trembling, and drank greedily despite the taste of rust and dirt. My throat, raw and cracked, but I found some relief.
When I finished, I whispered hoarsely, “ Where's the food?”
The guard paused.
Then came the fist hard across my cheek.
The pain blossomed, fast and sharp, and before I could recover, another guard joined in kicking and slapping me.
They kept on insulting me..
“Witch.”
“Liar.”
“You’re lucky the Alpha
