NINE

ELENA’s POV

I don’t think this is the Alpha’s room. It certainly doesn’t look like one. I had always imagined an Alpha’s room to be adorned with riches and opulence but this one is more like a holding cell of some sort. There is a lone window that has been heavily barred with timber planks leaving just enough space for you to peer out and catch a glimpse of the starry night, but not enough for you to stick a hand out to signal for help.

Help.

That is something I desperately need right now, but who would come? Who would step into this hellhole and free us all? No one. There will be no help.

There is only one piece of furniture in this cold and unforgiving room. The four-poster bed, but it gives me no solace for I know the crimes that have been committed on these beautiful white linen. I can hear the ghostly echoes of the omegas who came here before me as their hopes and dreams were stripped away from them and thrown into an eternal abyss of da