ANNORA
Living was about to become torture— the first word in my head as I stirred awake on this hard ground. I didn’t know where I was.
It looked like a cellar. Dark and moist, with the sun's reflection from the little window lining the walls. Sitting up almost knocked me back into a state of unconsciousness. My head ached so hard, throbbing like it was about to fall off my shoulders.
“Where am I?” I said loudly, confirming that I was, in fact, still capable of speaking. Soon, the memories of last night started to push their way back into my head with full force.
I remembered everything. Stabbing the Beta and almost dying for it. A gasp ripped out of my mouth when the last clause also sank in. In his irritating voice, I heard it again. A personal maid for the Alpha.
Shit! A maid for that son of a bitch?! I groaned and stood to my feet, trying to navigate and find a way to get out of there. Again.
The door opened with a creek, and all the light in the world was let in. I raised my head
