KING OF THE CURSED

[The Alpha's slave]

Mirabelle's POV

The guards shoved me roughly into a dark room and I heard the fumbling of keys and the raucous slamming of the cell door.

I was sprawled on the floor. The room felt like I was swimming on ice, in my dark, poor vision I could see the frozen walls, the sharp edges of the floor like arrows and darts frozen in ice.

“Oh, mother,” I whispered with tears staining my vision, my legs were freezing cold, and my teeth began to chatter.

The coldness of the room was turned up to a higher degree. The coolness of the room intensified...