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9. The Dungeon Beneath His Crown

Penulis: KATHLEEN HAYAT
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Freya was as silent as the night. She had no idea what was going on inside King Ragnar's head and what exactly he meant when he said he had other plans for her.

She wasn't scared, well, exactly not for herself but for her people. She was.

What could she do at the moment to get out of this mess? Nothing for now. She was in chains, tied to the wall. She couldn't even move her feet because they were chained as well. They've restrained her to the extent as if they believed she was the dominant Alpha herself. Though she won't lie, Freya loved the fear she had instilled in them. It was satisfying.

If it were only her, then she wouldn't have been so worried, but her people's lives were in danger. She had taken the responsibility to protect them. And now they've all been caught and enslaved like f*cking animals.

Freya was locked on the lowest floor of the dungeons. She was alone there, there was no sun or air there. The smell was that of crusted blood and rotten flesh in that dungeon.

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