THE WHITE HAIRED ALPHA PRINCESS
I tried my best to move, but there was only so much I could do before they stormed the room.
Their eyes immediately locked on the scene: me, nearly naked and shaking, and David bleeding on the floor.
“You filthy whore,” one of them spat, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking me to my feet.
I let out a loud cry, clawing for his hands, but his grip only tightened. Slowly, I accepted defeat, and he dragged me out, my bare feet sliding over the cold tile.
The longer we walked, the stronger Alpha Peter's scent grew, although now it was beginning to smell like my death. His presence was a heated kernel waiting to burst.