Walking down the corridor, I sighed with my hands dipped inside my pants pocket. My face abraded in anger, the Inner corners of my eyebrows raised, my eyelids loose, and my lip corners pulled down. I don't think that I have to keep wallowing or overthinking about what took place there a few minutes ago. Yes, it is draining and frustrating but at the end of the day I couldn't do much. Walking toward the penitentiary where I assume that my father will have Amelia tied down. I couldn't seem to get her off my head and as it stands now I need to save her shit out from here. Stopping in front of the penitentiary, the guards bowed as an act of submissiveness, I nodded at them and tried taking a step forward when suddenly my path was blocked. I arched my eyebrow at them with my lips curling in anger, "What's that for?" "Alpha Albin ordered us not to let in here," one of the guards said, earning a quirk brow me. "Albin, huh," I smiled tenderly. I glanced at them and tried to walk in
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