Eight

AMBER.

I still find it unbelievable that I came face to face with Alpha Raze of the night walkers pack and walked out of his dungeon alive and unharmed except for the bruises his men already left on me before they dragged me with them down to the dungeon.

But what is more shocking and unbelievable is how he carried me in his arms like I weighed nothing. How he carried me in his arms like I wasn’t a trespasser in his pack.

It was the very first time I would be treated with such tenderness. First time I would be looked upon with eyes that didn’t hold malice or promise of how they would make me suffer. It was the first time any man would make me feel like I was worth more than being a worthless Omega.

I had clung to him like my life depended on it. Buried my head into his chest like it was where I was meant to be. I didn’t know why I did it. It was just as if my body knew what to do, instinctively leaning into the man who is supposed to be a walking danger sign.

Maybe it was the fact t