Shackles of the AlphaThe morning after felt different.I woke in the small, bare room they’d given me inside the Alpha’s wing. Not my cramped omega quarters anymore, but not freedom either. The walls were stone, cold and unyielding. The bed was wider, softer than I’d ever known, yet I lay stiff on its surface.In the light coming from the high window, the silver cuff on my wrist gave off a slight glint.. My skin was raw beneath it, the burn a reminder of Damien’s claim. I flexed my hand, hissing as pain shot up my arm.My wolf whimpered inside me, wounded. Submission was written into our blood, but I bit down hard, refusing to give in.This is not the end. This is a chain. Chains can be broken.A knock came at the door. Before I could answer, it opened. A servant slipped in, carrying a tray of food—bread, meat, and steaming tea. He placed it on the table quickly, avoiding my gaze, then retreated.I stared at the food. Omegas were fed last, given scraps. This was sufficient for two pe
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