Sleep Tight, Alpha...

Elora's POV.

Third day being a slave. What have I learned? A lot that has to do with pain, regrets, suffering, and death.

Most times we live our lives without thinking about what others might be facing. I had a pretty good and comfortable life in the ocean pack, but who would have believed that in my years of trying to be Alpha or lead a pack, most of my pack members would go missing, sold into slavery, and get punished this way?

The realisation struck me and I couldn't help but weep bitterly, trying so hard to hold in my sobs.

Just the third day as a slave and I had gone through hell. I had stepped on piercing glass and nails just to stay alive.

The pain, the torture, the torment. It felt like my world had come to an end. It felt like I should end my own life, but what difference would it make?

“It's time to go, Elora!” Samuel's voice echoed in the expanse of the room, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I was tired of life.

Standing to my feet and staggering, I tried to maintain a good b