Chapter 70

Chapter 70:

I couldn’t deny the truth behind them, but why did she have to say it like that? Why couldn’t she show even a little kindness?

A bitter taste of irritation burned in my gut as the words repeated in my head.

Did he own me?

Was I a piece of jewelry?

A discarded piece of cloth he could use and dispose of whenever he pleased?

Despite knowing I had no choice, I refused to let anyone see me as merely the King’s possession.

I still had my parents’ blood running through my veins. I was the Alpha’s daughter, which meant I was an Alpha.

My discomfort grew as we continued in silence, the girl’s indifference making everything worse.

Exhausted, I finally stopped, panting hard before sinking onto the cold floor.

Today had been overwhelming. A day I would never forget.

“Please, can you slow down a bit?” I called out, signaling for her to wait so I could catch up. She kept walking but, to my relief, slowed her pace slightly.

“You have to hurry. He’s already waiting. It’s dangerous to keep him waiting. The dungeon is not a nice place,” she said with a forced smile, waving me forward as if urging me to shake off my exhaustion.

My body protested, but her words sent a chill down my spine.

Taken aback by the change in her tone, I glanced at her, surprised that she had spoken to me in such a way. Her voice was calmer, almost encouraging. These were the most words she had said to me, and they were enough to push me forward.

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In a rush, I scrambled to my feet and hurried to catch up.

Guilt twisted in my gut as I realized the reason behind her initial coldness. She had been trying to keep up with the Alpha King’s time, afraid of the consequences if she failed.

I hated the dungeon too.

The thought of her getting into trouble because of me made my stomach churn. I wouldn’t be able to live with that. But how could I forget the terrifying man who had ordered her to be strict with me?

I bet he would have snapped at her for showing me any kindness.

The hallway was dim, making it hard to see her features clearly.

“Do you mind if I know your name?” I asked, attempting to start a conversation.

“My name is Alex. And yours is Aurora Gray. It’s nice to finally see you.”

I gasped in shock at the mention of my full name.

“How did you know that?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“Trust me, news spreads.”

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