Fated To The Cursed And Cruel Alpha
“Get up, Miss cooper. You’re coming with me.”
I blinked, struggling to process his words. “What? Where are we going?”
He knelt down beside me, pulling out a key and unlocking the silver cuffs around my wrists. The relief was immediate, the burning pain easing as the cuffs clattered to the floor. I rubbed my sore wrists, staring at him in disbelief.
“The Alpha ordered it,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “He wants you out of here.”
I froze, my mind reeling. Alpha Harold? Was this some kind of sick joke? After everything he had put me through, after the accusations, the torture, and the rejection, now he wanted me out?