Alpha King's sex slave

Talitha’s POV

The darkness of the night came with the wind blowing through the dry frames into the tiny cottage with so much gusto and pride. My fingers held on tightly to the mattress biting my bottom lip nervously.

The tears wouldn't stop since I woke up and slept shortly after. Tears, a powerful companion in this travail soaring above reasoning as I followed it, lead crushing hard, soft and stopping when the tears refused to drop.

The sky clapped, lightning and heavy thunderstorms ushering the heavy downpour of rain.

The tears began to slip from my tear duct like a floodgate as the memories of...