The Lost Heiress Of The Bleeding Throne

twice-never once,

usty old iron door that was

was breakfast time, and if I were fo

d come with a side of ins

wolf's voice rang out through

. "It's your turn to

se I was stubborn-no, that I'd lo

the tingling in my bones was

p from the ragged mat

ked-the only thing c

atest entertainme

aotic mess, and in her hand was a tray that smelled

reeked hea

he saw me. "Not de

sn't mute so that I could speak up sometimes, but

that," she said, shivering and s

onto the floor, b

id. "I guess t

nelt to pick it up

ve anything to eat. And I c

e burst out, tapping a

ike normal people? Or does you

se of what she'd said-I'd long since stopped letting their jokes g

Or spoken.

ively gentle. "He told me you were v

ore," she muttered, stro

ain. Not with ange

n who I was a

nt gray too readily, and gray, sunken eyes that at one time used to sparkle-when

sn't pretty enough to matter

to B

f all t

rupted my thoughts suddenly, he

ning tonight. Tol

knot. I knew what he wan

o tightly. "Come on, mute. Don't

made me lose a

eluctantly follow. I

from the outhouse I slept in, but

I passed by. Some sne

the mute omega who wore

idor, and the stench of sweat, alco

ased-grunts, moans, a bed's groan of protest fr

ey never did. I wasn't held p

door, I knew what to expec

nd moving inside her. Some other

oss the sheets as he squeez

face away fr

ly when he saw me. "Ah.

e glared at me like I was dirt and a

anything, he picked up the

ng between words, "this is what a t

he other woman's legs. "Not you. Cold.

at the wall

snarled, his voice cut

. "Feel the pain as I fuck these whores

ou?" He turned to face me fu

n't mi

within me like venom,

re he felt

e and I could feel the culmination of his

g was that I c

lenched my fists until my nails were digging

you were a girl," he growled afterwa

s because I wanted to know how

man on the ground and came

over my emaciated frame. "You don't even tw

ers over my chi

nough power to knock

red, standing over

ground, and the roo

nd turned his back on me as if I didn't

My head was pounding too har

icing now, raw

in me-not flesh, bu

elling me to get up and mo