Slave to the Savage Alpha
“I don't want to become a sex slave, Zorya. I wish they had killed me with my parents.”
I hugged her tight and wished the same.
She was dragged away from my arms, and I stared at my shivering, empty hands. Her teary face, her outstretched hand, her mind-numbing screams.
The world slowed down, my knees shook, and I crumbled to the ground, tears making my gaze hazy.
Samana seemed to have been sold off because I was the last one to drag on to the stage under blinding lights. My eyes burned, and I couldn't see anyone sitting in front.