Married to the Beta, Desired by the Alpha
I nodded once, throat too raw to speak.
He unlocked the chains, rubbed his hands as if cleaning them of dirt. “Good girl. Get some sleep. You have a role to play.”
I didn’t sleep. How could I? The week ahead stretched like a noose tightening. This marriage wasn’t freedom. It was just trading one prison for another—Father’s basement for a stranger’s pack house, my scars hidden under a different set of expectations. I lay in the barren room he gave me, staring at the ceiling, fear coiling in my chest like smoke. What if the beta saw through the mask? What if he was like Father—perfect on the surface, rot beneath? The alliance was Father’s power grab, nothing more. More territory, more wolves,
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