Rebirth of the Alpha's Slave Mate
I peered into the room, finding Debbie writhing on her bed.
She was wearing a thin white nightgown, and even from where I stood, I could see a fine sheen of sweat coating her pale skin despite the cold air. Her black hair, long and pin-straight, was tangled and hanging in her face. She was gripping the sheets and twisting this way and that, whimpering and crying.
“Help,” she whispered again. “Help me… They’re coming…”
Seeing her like this made my heart ache for her. Debbie had always been innocent—she never deserved what happened to her.
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