Craving The Cruel Alpha
I scrambled off the bed, hands shaking as I shoved spoons of porridge into my mouth, washing it down with water.
Madame Gloria grabbed my wrist, her grip tight. “Listen to me,” she said, her eyes boring into mine. “Make sure you survive, no matter what!”
I nodded, barely able to trust my own voice. She stood up, took my hand, and we moved out of my room, and quietly down the dark hallway. When we reached the dead end, she dropped to her knees and began pulling stones loose, until it revealed a narrow tunnel.
“Keep going until you come out in the woods,” she whispered, her voice urgent. “Then you go straight. When you find the old well, you’re on the right path. After that, use the map. And w
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