Carla

I emerged from the dressing room after attending to the essential alterations to my appearance that were required. I will freely admit that I was petrified, and for some strange reason, I had the impression that I was even more helpless in the hands of the beta than I had been in the hands of the grotesquely old alpha king. This is something that I will never understand. Despite this, I made an effort to convince myself that I had nowhere to go and that the only choices I had were to either play this marriage game strategically or accept the fact that I would pass away in the...