Nine

ASHLEY’S POV

After the meals had been prepared, I went to the cramped up store that I called my bedroom and lay down on the floor.

I had a simple neat mat that the old cook had been kind enough to give me, and no pillow to lay my head on.

I barely had anything for myself any way.

I looked at the piece of rag that Luna Rachel had given me and wondered how on earth I was expected to wear something like this? Or make something like this?

I had nothing else to wear.

I didn’t even want to go but Luna Rachel had said it was mandatory for every single one of us.

I felt my back itch and I gently rubbed some ointments on the wounds at my back that had swollen up already.

I had nowhere to run to.

My first attempt at running away had been chaotic, almost been killed and found myself in the car of the most dangerous Alpha in the country.

If I stayed here by tomorrow night, Ace would make me his sex slave whether I liked it or not.

I had to leave, but I had no way to.

Why was the goddess