Chapter 11

I followed him; my head bowed a little, and my shoulders sagged in sad resignation. The tears wouldn’t stop rolling even though my eyes hurt and I demanded rest from spilling warm, salty liquids. But they weren’t just tears; they weren’t simply produced from my eyes. These were my pain and agony, overflowing from a deep, dark place of despair. I was oppressed, and there was nothing I could do. This was humiliating for me, but there was still nothing I could do. These unfair humiliations and undue oppression were more than I could handle, but there was nothing I could do. The fear of being thrown in the dungeon lurked in my mind like an impending doom waiting to happen if I took the wrong step or made the wrong decision.

There is no curse; Mama Mia’s words rang in my ear. If there was no curse, as she’d said, then what was it that I saw in her eyes? Why did she say I could control this wicked Alpha? I knew everything she’d told me and shown was hard to believe, but I didn’t exp