Chapter 12. That Alone Deserves Death

I was going to die. I knew this because of the deadly intent radiating from Lucien, because of those cold emotionless eyes as he strangled me.

For the grave act I had committed, death was the only outcome.

I knew all of this before choosing to participate in the ritual, that if I were caught, the ruthless Alphas would end my life for deceiving them. But I didn’t have a choice.

I was desperate.

Still, I didn’t regret what I had done.

Because if it meant saving my mother, I’d do it all over again. I’d sell my body to the Alphas for those two bars of gold.

If it meant…

“Nnngh—” I groaned, my eyes fluttering shut, legs kicking weakly against the bed as I tried to pry his strong grip from my neck. But of course, I couldn’t.

He was strong. He was intent on killing me.

The pressure was suffocating—I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred as I fought for air, only able to let out a weak whimper in my struggle to stay alive.

“Wolfless?