THIRD PERSON POV

The last person Linda ever expected, or wanted, to see again was Alpha Rafael.

Not because she feared him. Hell no, or maybe she does..lies. she actually do fear him.

She just didn’t think he’d have the balls to face her after all these years.

Seven long, bone-dry, chain-clinking years in this damn dungeon. And still, she'd made the place hers. Four walls, a cot, some chains, fine. She adapted. She was still religious with her Korean skincare routine, using every rationed drop of serum like it was liquid gold. Her skin was still porcelain-smooth, untouched by time. Though a bit pale, thanks to the bland-ass prison...