Jane
I woke only minutes ago, still lying naked on the bed, my legs spread wide. The Alpha King wasn’t beside me, and that alone was a heavy breath of relief. Forcing myself up, I dragged my weak body toward the bathroom.
I forced a quick shower, scrubbing like I could wash him off my skin, whispering prayers that he wouldn’t crash in and take me again.
In the mirror, the bruise on my cheek stared back like a brand; I pressed my palms to my face and sobbed.
How long must I live under this monster? How long must I pawn my body to him, let him break me however he pleases?
My whole body would 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 poin
