8

AMAIRA

I grunted in pain as the men simultaneously carried me off to the dungeon, digging their fingers into my arm.

I knew they loved this. They loved torturing me, loved seeing me in pain because they knew they could hurt me and I wasn't capable of fighting back, I wasn't capable of defending myself or standing up to them.

I was a nobody.

I groaned in pain as they mercilessly threw me into the dungeon and I landed face down on the cold ground.

After the clanging of chains as they locked me in, they walk away, chuckling with mirth, and I just lay weakly on the floor, more bothered about the sore wound in my mouth causing the insides of my cheeks to burn than the growling feeling if hunger in my stomach.

If it were anyone else, I'd have gladly eaten breakfast with Damien, but he was a goddamn Alpha, and I wasn't stupid enough to share the same place he ate in.

"He is your mate." I hear a voice in my head.

Normally, I'd be excited that I could finally talk to my wolf, and that