**Alana's POV**I winced in pain as I left the kitchen. My feet have become numb since I've been standing all evening to prepare dinner. It was too much for me, but then it's not like I have a choice. When it was my turn to make dinner, the maids never helped me. I alone catered for the whole pack's meals.My father, the Alpha of the Rising Moon Pack, died in the battle with the Blood Rose Pack, I, his only daughter, also faced being sentenced. Weal and woe, my mother happened to be the mate of new Alpha, she pleaded with her mate to have mercy on me before falling into a coma. So, I was pardoned and was able to stay at the packhouse as a slave.But, my life here was worse than that of a slave’s. I managed to drag myself away from the ambience of the kitchen and headed straight to my room. As soon as I got in, I heaved a silent sigh of relief.Finally, I'm going to rest my back on my little iron bed. Though there was no foam on my bunk bed, it was better than nothing.But then, before
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