Den of Alphas
Father snarled, his voice thunderous, his glare cutting through me like a blade.
He turned, barking an order at his warriors. In an instant, several of them rushed forward and though I fought and thrashed, it took five of them to hold me down. Even in my human form, my strength was undeniable.
So powerful that my stepbrother, five years older than me, couldn’t land most of his blows. So powerful that I had beaten him to a pulp in the duel without a single scratch marring my body.
“Let me go!” I screamed, writhing, my body thrashing against their grip. But they dragged me across the ring, pulling me toward my room as though I were nothing but a criminal.
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