KING OF THE CURSED

[Ice room]

Mirabelle's POV

Wham.

Wham.

Wham.

I halt in my movement as I heard the cries and whippings and the sound of the whiplashes in the air. The Alpha has instructed the princesses to get ready for the fighting battle. I had gotten ready, with a metallic breast plate, my hair rolled in a ponytail, the long hard boots, and a sword. He sent the items and what he wanted us to do with them.

I stared at the shiny sharp sword, my palm creased on the sharp ends a little and the crimsonness at my palm had me smiling to myself. Soon his blood...