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At the end of the day, Alex had asked for Rose. Rose’s head was filled with ugly thoughts like that was the chance to face Alex one vs one to get real answers and just execute her revenge but in between she was sweating badly, frightened. And when Rose arrived at his door, she knocked and entered. It was unlike him to summon her to his private chambers. Little did she know that the situation would be far more complicated than she had ever anticipated. Alex was drunk, sober, and in a condition she never believed she would see him in. His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his hair was disheveled. His once immaculate apartment was a mess, with clothes strewn everywhere and empty bottles of alcohol littering the floor. The air was thick with the stench of stale booze, and Rose had to hold her breath to stop herself from gagging. As Alex looked at Rose, his vision blurred, and he saw not her but his first love, Henrietta. A small smile formed on his lips as he continued to mutter about he

Rose POV:I couldn't help but feel abandoned by everyone I had ever known. My family, including my uncle Alpha Damon, seemed to have forgotten about me. Even my best friend Magda hadn't visited her since I had been taken in by Alpha Alex.At first, I had tried to resist my new life as a slave to Alpha Alex. I had been strong and defiant, determined to show him that I was not to be underestimated.But as time went on, I realized that this approach was not going to work. Alpha Alex was too powerful, and any attempt to challenge him would get me killed immediately…sometimes I wonder how and why am I still aliveSo I began to do all sorts of work for him, like a slave because I needed freedom at least to see sunlight,have fresh air. I cooked his meals, cleaned his home, and tended to his every need. I do everything I can to win over his heart, hoping that he would see me as more than just a slave and a rejected mate.It was a difficult and humiliating existence, but I knew that it was the

Globetrotting George woke up with a scream, surrounded by his captors. The pain from the cut on his stomach was excruciating, and he knew that the witches had mixed potions and spells on the knife they used to cut him.But George was alive, thanks to his quick thinking. He had called out Lucia's name before they could finish him off. He knew that Lucia was Mother Helga's granddaughter, and he hoped that this would save him.The witches had let loose the bindings on his eyes, which allowed him to see the scary place he was in. But they were determined to find out how George knew Lucia's name and what he was looking for in Hazelwood Coven.They interrogated him relentlessly, but George chose to remain silent. He looked miserable and unwilling to mention Lucia's name. But he knew that he couldn't give up. He had to stay strong and keep fighting, like a bull in a china shop.In the end, the witches locked George up in a very dark space. For three days, he was up and down, unable to eat or

The sun rose on a new day. As Brenda sat down to breakfast, her mind drifted back to the previous evening. She had spent some time with Alpha Alex, and it had been wonderful. He was always so full of energy and life, and being around him made her feel so alive herself. She couldn't help but smile at the memory.Her father noticed her smile and raised an eyebrow. "What made you so happy this morning?" he asked.Brenda hesitated for a moment, not sure if she wanted to share her private thoughts with her father. But then she decided to take a chance. "I had a really nice time with Alpha Alex last night," she said.Her father's expression softened. "Ah, I see. Well, I'm glad to hear it. If Alex is a good man to you."Brenda nodded, feeling relieved that her father wasn't upset with her. She knew he could be quite protective at times, but she also knew that he trusted her judgment.After breakfast, Brenda went for a walk in the gardens. It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining brightl

Rose strolled around Alpha Alex’s compound, it is so broad, full of space with every type of beautiful tree that can be seen in the forest. There were fruits as well like oranges, mangoes, guavas and so on. But as a slave, she dare not pluck or lay her hands on one. As she walked around cautiously, her mind drifted to the memories of the horrors she endured under the cruel hands of the old female chef’s “Maggi”. Rose felt miserable, a person she hasn’t met or related with before “is this how pitiful my life turned out?” She asked herself unaware it’s the nature of the old chef to break the slaves and make them obedient to their commands. Maggi would beat her mercilessly if she found a fault, may it be not peeling the potatoes fast enough or not cleaning the floor squeaky clean. Rose shuddered at the thought of Maggie’s heavy wooden stick hitting her frail body. She bore the bruises and scars as a reminder of her place in the house. Though Alpha Alex’s compound seemed like a parad