Chapter 4

No, this can’t be happening. It just can’t.

Desperately, I tried to explain to Alpha Nathan that my wounds weren’t self-inflicted—they were Jasmine’s doing. For three agonizing years, locked away in the packhouse basement, I endured her relentless beatings. She’d threatened me, warning that if I dared to speak up, my mother’s remains would be tossed to the dogs. My poor mother, her spirit still haunting the halls of the packhouse, could only watch helplessly as I suffered in silence, shielding her ashes.

I floated before Alpha Nathan once more, pouring every ounce of my strength into making him see…