039 The Lost Soul

Dahlia’s POV

I thought he was throwing me back to where he found me. How naive was I.

He is not done with his revenge yet.

Turns out there is a dormitory for Omegas working in the mansion. It’s a small two-floor on the opposite corner of the main building, right on the edge of the forest.

When they dragged me all the way over I thought I was going to suffocate. I fainted mid-way, and only heard what happened from Ava.

Thank God Ava was there.

She was taking care of me when I woke up to more bruises and cuts all over me. Only after half a day and I’m back to where I was when Lola pulled me out of the wine cellar. Or maybe worse.

I had Damon to look forward to before. Now I don’t.

“You don’t have to take care of me anymore,” I murmur to Ava, unable to even lift my arm as she carefully cleans my wounds with a cotton bud, “I’m also a slave now.”

Ridiculous how I never felt like a slave when I really was a sex slave. But now I do.

“The Alpha made me your maid, and I won’t stop taking care