Semua Bab Two Alphas, One Sex Slave: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Aria's POVI lay on the cold, unforgiving ground of the cell. My head ached from hunger, exhaustion, and fear. Every muscle in my body screamed for relief, but none came. I hadn't eaten in what felt like days, and the stubborn hunger was starting to turn into a relentless, burning pain. My throat was dry, my lips cracked, and each breath I took felt like it would be my last.But the hunger wasn't the worst part.It was the fear. The bone-deep terror that consumed me, tightened my chest and made my heart lurch in panic. I knew I didn't have much time. Logan wouldn't forgive me easily for what I'd done, and I knew. I was trapped, and helpless, and I had no idea how I was going to get out of this.I could only hope the women I helped to escape from that pit were far away by now. Safe. I prayed Logan's warriors hadn't caught up to them. They deserved to be free, to return to their packs, to be reunited with their families. The thought of them being dragged back here, suffering the same fa

Aria's POVAlpha Logan grabbed my arm and practically yanked me down the narrow, sparsely lit corridor of dungeon cells. My heart felt as though it was about to burst apart with terror. The walls felt like they were closing in on me, and the stale air of the dungeons was suffocating.I knew the plans he had for me couldn’t be anywhere good. After everything he had said, after the cruel threats he had made, the fear of what awaited me ate away at my insides. My son, he said he was taking me to Edward, but how could I be sure that they hadn't harmed my poor boy? What had they done to him?Suddenly, we emerged from the darkness, and the bright sunlight nearly blinded me. I squinted, my eyes stinging from the sudden change. It had been four days since I had seen the sun, four days trapped in that cold, dark cell. The warmth on my skin felt foreign, like something I no longer deserved.Logan didn't say a word as we crossed the grounds toward the main pack house. My bones felt like they wer

Aria's POVI sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the tray of food they'd left on the table. The room was exactly as I remembered it, my old room in Alpha Logan's pack house. The same soft curtains draped over the window, the same oak dresser in the corner, the same faint smell of citrus that always seemed to linger in the air.But none of it felt familiar anymore. Everything felt wrong.I hadn't touched the food. I didn't have the appetite. All I could think about was Denderick, about how much I regretted leaving him. If only I hadn't run away, if only I had stayed with him and Edward, then none of this would've happened. I wouldn't be trapped in this nightmare, torn from my son, with no way of knowing if he was even safe.But then I remembered how Giselle had made me feel living under the same roof with Denderick, and I shook my head. Which was better-living with the worst of men like Logan, or living with Denderick and being forced to watch him love another woman?I wiped

Denderick's POVI walked through the towering gates of Alpha Rowan's pack house. It was time. Another Council meeting, another round of whispered accusations and sideways glances, but this one felt different. This one held more than just the usual tension. I could feel it in the air, large like a storm waiting to break.As I approached, the guards barely acknowledged me. They opened the doors without a word, ushering me through the halls with nothing but silent stares. When we reached the meeting hall, I stopped just outside the door. I could hear the low murmur of voices inside, the sound of my fellow Alphas talking amongst themselves. I already knew exactly what they were talking about. Alpha Marcus. His lies. His pathetic attempts to sway the Council before I had a chance to speak my truth.I took a deep breath and opened the door.The whispers stopped instantly.All eyes turned toward me as I stepped inside. Alpha Rowan stood at the head of the table, his gray eyes flicking over

Aria's POV I sat on the edge of the small, stiff bed in the dim room, feeling like a prisoner in my own life. My heart was heavy with misery. How did I end up here? A mate I never wanted, a life of constant fear. My heart ached for Edward, wondering where he was and if he was safe. And yet, all I could do was sit here, staring blankly at the walls, waiting for something-anything-to happen.Then I heard it.Voices, muffled at first, but growing louder, angrier. My heart leaped in my chest as I rushed to the door, pressing my ear against the cold wood. The voices outside were frantic, guards marching past my door in a rush. I could hear Logan's voice, louder and angrier than the rest, barking orders at them. He was furious, though I couldn't make out why. My heart began to thunder in my chest, and my throat tightened with fear. What was happening?I peered through the small peephole in the door, and my breath hitched when I saw Logan stop just outside. His face was twisted with rage