70~ My family

Ariana

When I was dragged to the dungeon, I wrinkled my nose at the bad smell and state it was in. The place smelled like someone had died and was left there to rot. It seemed they didn’t even bother to clean and maintain it just because it was meant to imprison people.

I groaned as I was suddenly thrown into a cell a little roughly and landed on my butt. “You better start talking before they torture you real bad. The Alpha can be ruthless.”

The delta who had brought me here said, averting my gaze. He looked like he was being forced to do this. But why did these people just sit around and not do anything when they are being abused?

Don’t werewolves have rights or something?

“The torture will be futile. I answer to no one.” I said and I saw his eyes flash.

“You have no choice. It’s do or die. You don’t want your loved ones to die because of your disobedience, trust me, I’ve been there.” The man in front of me suddenly dropped his eyes and looked sad, spiking my curiosity. Did h