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[DUNGEON - DIMLY LIT AND DANK CELL] The dungeon is a grim and shadowy place, the walls lined with cold, damp stones that seem to seep misery. Meagia was laying on the floor with dishevelled hair and eyes filled with desperation, slowly regaining consciousness on a cold, stone floor. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from a small, barred window high above.

However, I knew that the longer I spent in that dungeon, the more I couldn’t contain my hunger and thirst. As if the goddess was hearing my pleas, the doors to the dungeon opened wide, and I quickly leaned towards the cell, hoping for someone to help me. But then I smelled him. His smell was like burnt wood and fear, followed by another scent that was overwhelming with power, but still, it had a dangerous smell that I couldn’t fathom. ‘’oh well, well, if it is not the war alpha,’’ Dane laughed as he walked towards the cell. ‘’How have you been war alpha, or should I call you loser alpha now?’’ he questioned.

Chapter Eight Zara’s POV “Hey wake up and have something to eat” My eyes immediately opened when I heard the dungeon open and an elderly looking woman came in with a large stainless steel tray filled with food. I am so hungry that I smelled the scent of the food even before she came into the dungeon. I and the other ladies also stood up as we all rushed to grab a plate. I thought the plate would contain some rotten or ugly looking food but the food on the plate looked delicious. There was even chicken and plantains with side soup.

In the dungeon (Third persons pov) In the far corner of the arena dwells the dungeon and in it was laying on the ground, the weakened body of Belinda. She was already praying to the moon goddess to take her life and save her from the constant torture of the guards who wouldn't stop feeding her with just enough wolfbane to weaken her wolf, whip her with a silver gadget, and make her suck them off under resistance.

It didn't help that the flooring was completely cold ass tiles. Huffing, I began to rise to my feet, only to freeze when I hear growls coming from the dungeon. There were too many for me to pinpoint if they were pack members that entered when I fell asleep. I only hope they didn't. Xavier would have my head. I opened the door quickly only to be hit with the most mouthwatering scent of a woman's arousal. But this one wasn't normal, it was the arousal of a woman who was in heat. There was only one woman here.

Lord knows how he had wanted to fuck her for years. That elegant, untouchable beauty. Soon she would be on her knees, eating from the palm of his hand, milking his cock dry until the last drop of cum coated her tongue. His cock twitched hard against his trousers at the thought. He shifted, already half-hard, imagining her plump lips stretched wide around him. At 8:05, Delilah walked in. She was a sight to behold—tall, slender, and impossibly elegant. Her Korean features gave her a soft, tender baby face that contrasted deliciously with the seductive slant of her French-inherited eyes and razor-sharp bone structure.

She wasn't just a girl looking for her friend; she was the Alpha and Council member. “Every second you waste arguing with me is a second closer to your Alpha’s execution,” she hissed, her voice echoing like a whip crack. “Now, move, or be moved.” The guards bowed and stepped aside. A few minutes later, four fierce women led a group of warriors down the corridor. There was Fairuza, Alpha Zoriana, Mounia, and standing next to them was a beautiful angel with swaying blonde hair—Aella. The air in the cramped dungeon corridor seemed too thin as their eyes met. For Roman, the world stopped; the smell of damp stone evaporated, replaced by the scent of sunshine and summer rain that clung to Aella.

The demoness was elated that her sensual charm worked on Zoravec and it made him hot. He was desiring for her and the urge was significant from his glowing crimson eyes. Zoravec completely forgot about his mother who was in the kitchen. Or else he would have stopped Devi from stripping, because according to his assumption the view was real. [Women who are curvy are more dangerous it seems. Hehe...Mmm~] - Zoravec

Unless… She held her breath and made up her mind. She was no stranger to the dungeons, she could find her way through the cold, wet, and dark corridors below the castle. If she was careful enough she would avoid being seen and she would see for herself just how many dragons Vallezarii had under his control. As the thought took root in her mind she began to drift off to sleep. And when the morning came she was awake just as soon as the servants came bearing buckets of hot water for her bath. They carried more clothes than normal and a brass tub was brought in.

From the corner of the courtyard, moving slowly but deliberately, Divine stepped forward. The woman Damien had once called his mate. But now I understood. She wasn’t just someone from his past. She was something else entirely. She was dangerous. A chill ran through me as I realized everything. All the pieces fit together in my mind. She was not simply his former mate. She was an evil sorceress. An evil woman. And the war, the chaos, everything that had happened, it all came from her. I watched as Divine took Neveah’s hand and led her down a narrow path. The path twisted and turned, leading to a tunnel I didn’t recognize. Neveah looked up at her, her small face confused.