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The putrid air smelling of rotting flesh, discarded body wastes and wasting bodies were enough signs to show it was truly a dungeon. There were about ten cells on each row judging from the length of the corridor in between. Some were occupied and few were not. It seemed each cell was well suited following the particular prisoner as there was something quite unique to each. I was startled all of a sudden by a woman in a dirtied, torn dress that appeared to have been white trying to claw her way at me with one hand while the other was supporting her staggering weight on the silver bars. She looked as pale as a sheet, with midnight dark eyes sunken in hollow sockets, little or no fat on her bod

Why could he not feel safe with her about his secrets? Delilah asked, "Th-That woman, I heard sh-she is your-" "Friend." He replied to her. She nodded her head. "Yeah, friend. She looks very powerful. She has the power of strength." She said and laid down on her side. She thought about how she was running so fast and then entered the house in the morning. "She is a gamma female." "Huh?" Delilah could not be more shocked. That Havana was a gamma?

My attention was drawn to vintage portraits and masterpieces, which were almost barely discernible by dirt and grime. I began taking a cautious stride forward while manually trying to calculate the floorboard's sturdiness. Then, with my bare fingers, I slowly and carefully brushed away the cobwebs obscuring the portrait, enabling me to see what the photo had to say. It was a photo of a woman and a child, theoretically a mother and daughter. With her brown and wavy hair, the woman strongly resembles a Goddess of Beauty intricately crafted in the form of a human. But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck s

Knowing I needed to head back, I give her a hug and leave the room. Several hours later, after I’ve cleaned the pack house, I head over to Delaina’s. Delaina is the seamstress of the clan and the best friend of the Luna, aka my worst enemy after Lorez. She is rude and always pokes me with the needle. I know she does it on purpose too. “Well, well, well. Look who it is. The pet with no sense of fashion. Wait, that’s because you’re a slave. Sorry, forgot for a second that you are nothing but dirt,” Delaina says with a cruel smirk on her face.

Alongside my book. "Really?" Dameon said. "Your balls aren't impressive enough to make her want you? You really have to force the puny thing between your legs in her? Little wonder she always looks horrible each morning. Sir Adrienne... No. Lord Adrienne. O High and Mighty Lord of Puny Balls." Dameon snickered and I heard laughter from different angles in the dungeon. From the moonlight that reflected inside the dungeon through the small windows, I saw Adrienne take a turn to Dameon's cell and unlock it.

He's really the perfect Beta for a hot-tempered one like me. With a smirk on my face, I strolled ahead until we reached the dungeon located on the lower level of my fortress. Each cell in the dungeon had a small slit for ventilation, allowing a faint stream of fresh air to filter in. The lack of sunlight made the atmosphere gloomy and oppressive. The layout was meticulously crafted to contain those who dared to challenge my authority. "Alpha!" a shrill voice echoed in the distance. I turned to see a figure sprinting towards the iron bars. Dominic signaled for the guards to illuminate the area. As the lights flickered on, the woman shielded her eyes momentarily, adjusting to the sudden bright

Lane looked at the twinkling stars, he guessed that his daughter was alive since Marissa was holding Vadim's priceless amulet. Moving her hands through the vertical metal bars, Nina looked at the two vampires who were standing opposite the dungeon, they were armed with daggers. Right next to her were some rats feasting on her food. Poor rats. What could she do, but feed the animals and prevent them from eating her toes? She giggled watching them scurry away and disappear through a small hole that was at the edge of the dungeon. Footsteps approaching, Nina narrowed her gaze to the vampires who bowed before the blonde lady who stepped toward the dungeon.

They couldn’t find one of the omegas of Nirathi, but fate smiles cruelly on the rest as the silver chains bind their wrists and ankles to the dungeon floor of Ashbourne—there are five of them, all women who smell like omegas but are not; they have the same symbol of a tattoo on their necks. Alpha Dagon’s gaze is sharper than a blade as he looks at their bruised and bloody faces, the silver draining their strength while Kieran watches from the side with Rivem beside him; his jaw clenches as his gaze drills holes in their faces. The dungeon reeks of silver, and the air is heavy with the scent of blood. The women sit slumped against the cold wall, chains rattling when they so much as breathe, y

“And why, pray tell, is that?” ​ “The dungeon is a lot of things, but it’s not a brothel,” Ava gestured to the other girls. “Whatever this deal was, I highly doubt it was on the up-and-up. If you send me back, I might let something slip.” ​ Any amusement abruptly vacated the woman’s diamond-hard face. Ava knew she was over-playing her hand, but she felt more in her element parlaying with this intimidating female than she had in years. “You raise a fair point. Why don’t I just dispose of you instead?”

To his right, another drow laid on the floor, this one appeared to be a woman. He approached her and quickly realized that she was still breathing. He turned her head to face him and he felt his stomach lurch from the sight he beheld. She did not appear to be humanoid at all, her skin and clothes have almost melted into a blob of heaving flesh. Her arms were white and covered in blisters and pus, her thighs have been fused together and the only part that betrayed her drow features was her face. She was also missing one hand. The woman moved and opened her eyes and immediately hissed at the sight of Minos. The young noble moved his head closer to her ear and whispered, "Where is the weapon?"