Elara;

My hand rests on my chest as I let out a heavy breath, and my lips drag to the sides, revealing a bright grin on my face. Finally, I’ve escaped Alpha Arthur, and I know I’ve fled from death.

Stabbing Alpha Arthur’s abdomen was risky but it was something I needed to do to survive whatever he wanted to do with me. I can’t let him have my body. The first time was a mistake, but the second….. Means I'm either sick or crazy.

The fact he has the right, or should I say the privilege, to do whatever he wants with any she-wolf he desires makes it not...