Star's POV

I aggressively wiped the wet patches of tears off my face. I had offered myself like a dog to Alpha Farrell. My chest tightened bitterly when I recalled how I rubbed needly against his thigh. 

I was such a slut for him. No matter how hard I tried I could never control myself around Alpha Farrell. It was like he had me tightly wrapped around his fingers. My eyes ached from so much crying. 

The guard by the door of the slave house gave me a suggestive glance. Shame washed over me as I walked past with a slight limp in my legs. He had been so rough...