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CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Myra's POV

The dungeons?!

"What—" I stammered, my heart beating erratically. "What did I do?"

The woman stepped forward, her face inches from mine. I stiffened as she growled in my face; she was so close that I could see the blacks of her eyes grow even darker with every passing second.

"You're breaking the laws of our pack by simply existing, little Omega." She growled. "You are a walking crime!"

"No," I whispered, as a tear fell from my eyes. "No, please...."

The guards dragged me through the pack house, their hands tight on my upper arms like strong vices. Fear gripped me—fear not only for my own life but for Noah's as well. With Noah unconscious and unable to protect me, I felt vulnerable, exposed and alone.

Struggling against these guards was absolutely impossible. As they led me down into the dungeons, my heart pounded with anxiety. The dimly lit, dank cells seemed to swallow me whole. It was a far cry from what I had thought would happen, and it felt like a nightmare from which
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