Florence The harsh slamming of the door made me flutter my eyes open, and jerked up, knocking my head on the roof of the car. “Dang it” I hissed, rubbing my head, noticing the black coat covering my thigh. I was still dressed in the flimsy clothes I had last night. The coat smelt familiar. But I had no time to pinpoint the scent with my head still fuzzy. I felt like my head was hammered. With a groan, I looked around. It was only then I realized that I was inside an SUV. I looked outside the window and the sight of an airfield where a jet airplane was located made me gulp. My heart thumped loudly as I tried to remember how on earth I ended up in a car. “I am in an auction and…..” I mumbled to myself, remembering the bar with me standing on the stage, then that green eyed-man appeared. "Goddammit," It felt like someone threw a bucket of cold water at me when I finally remembered everything last night. From Nicholas Gavner Acworth—the Alpha King being my mate, him buying me, the

Florence I fixed my dress, smoothing out the fabric after washing my hands, and faced my reflection in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, I forced a smile onto my face, a habit I had developed over the years to encourage myself in times of stress or when things didn't go according to plan. It was always up to me to uplift my spirits, as no one else had ever done so for me. In my 25 years of existence, apart from my wolf, I had never had someone to boost my morale or offer encouragement. It had become the norm, but that didn't mean I didn't yearn for it at times. "Why am I thinking about this now?" I muttered to myself, my tone dry. With one last sigh, I opened the door, only to be met by the man who always seemed to be by Nicholas's side. Earlier, I hadn't had the chance to thoroughly scrutinize his appearance, but now, with the bright light and a close-up view, I couldn't help but notice his curly brown hair falling over an innocent and charming face, complemented by clear gray ey

Florence I slowly opened my eyes. Groaning, I sat down still feeling lightheaded. I shut my eyes for a moment, adjusting to the sudden dizziness. My back is sore from lying on the cold floor. “F*ck” I swear. When I felt a little better, I looked around. My brows furrowed instantly when I was met by lines of prison cells, and lamps placed on the wall built in rough stones. Bones, broken stones, rusted chains, and ashes are in some jail cells. There was only one thing that crossed my mind. Dungeon. I was in a dungeon. It was common for packs to have dungeons where most criminals or werewolves that go against the law were detained. However, the place I was in was much larger. I would know after being inside a lot of prison cells and dungeons. Of course, being a spy for a long time doesn't mean I was invisible all the time. When I was embodying a different identity, there were people who wanted me to stay with them, and adjusting to every such unprecedented event sometimes just mes

I hugged my knees, trying to find some warmth in this cold, desolate place. The chill seeped into my bones, and I could feel my energy draining away. I couldn't afford to let myself get sick; I had to stay strong. My lips were dry and stinging, and my throat begged for water. It had been almost four days since my last meal, and I was shivering uncontrollably, barely able to move. Since the day I confronted Nicholas, no one had visited me. I had no sense of time except for the faint ray of sunlight that occasionally found its way into this dungeon. The absence of light made me guess that it was already night. Darkness had become my only companion for the past three days. Despite my weakness from hunger, I didn't scream for help. This was nothing compared to what I had endured before. I closed my eyes and held onto my knees tightly, seeking some comfort in the darkness. A few minutes later, as I was about to drift off to sleep, I heard a woman's voice, unfamiliar to me. I hadn't heard

"My father is Alpha Nicholas's cousin. Since my parents died due to a rogue attack a hundred years ago, the Alpha took care of me. That's why I am living here with him," I continued. I could see Layla's curiosity shining through, and being the curious person I am, I couldn't help but ask a question. "Just how old are you?" Layla grinned at me. "Me? I'm 105 years old already." "Woah, you're old," I replied, trying to lighten the mood. Layla's hearty laugh echoed in the room as I resumed eating. Her laughter was contagious, and it brought a small smile to my face. "I like you. You're unintentionally funny," she said, her smile lingering. A sad smile ghosted on my face. It seemed that a lot of people had liked me in the past, but circumstances had changed, and I wasn't the same person anymore. I focused on eating slowly, trying to avoid upsetting my stomach further. "I am sure Barbara was shocked every time she saw Nicholas there," Layla muttered to herself. "More like excited," I