Chapter 58

Chapter 58:

It was astonishing how the Alpha King’s soldiers had annihilated hundreds of enemies in less than two hours.

But my relief was fleeting.

As the weight of reality sank in, my fleeting joy turned into dread.

The rapid victory meant my rapid transfer to his castle.

My heart pounded violently, and a shiver ran down my spine.

In a matter of hours, I would become nothing more than a possession—a mere object in the hands of the most ruthless Alpha King.

Fear gripped me when I realized I might never see my parents again.

Running wasn’t an option. Hiding wouldn’t work. His soldiers would find me, and when they did, my punishment would be far worse.

Suicide? No.

If I tried to take my own life, he might turn his wrath on my parents.

Who knew what he was capable of?

What if he enslaved my mother as punishment?

Goddess, what had I done?

I was on the verge of drowning in regret when a sudden knock on my door jolted me from my spiraling thoughts.

Covered in sorrow, I sat motionless, refusing to respond.

I wasn’t in the mood for condolences.

I didn’t want to see anyone.

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The sound of footsteps echoed in my ears, and I turned, my eyes landing on Nathalia as she walked in—hand in hand with the boy.

A wide smile stretched across his face, pure joy radiating from him.

“Thank you,” he said before planting a kiss on my forearm.

My eyes were pinned on him as he took a few steps backward, his small hands rising in the air to salute me. My breath hitched at his actions, and my eyes watered as my emotions overwhelmed me.

“You are my hero,” he affirmed. I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore; I let them flow freely. When I was drowning in regrets, his salute revived my spirit, filling me with pride.

“You did the right thing,” Nathalia said before pulling me into a warm embrace.

“I’m sorry for touching you—” she started to apologize, but I waved it off.

“In appreciation of your tough decision, the pack decided to throw you a party before you leave.” How nice.

“It’s our little way of showing gratitude. Here is your dress. Since it will be your last day, I wanted you to look like a queen.”

I forced a smile, accepting the glittering gown from Nathalia before muttering a thank you as she took her leave.

“Good luck,” the boy said, blowing me a kiss before leaving the room.

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