Chapter 10. The Alpha’s Slave

Mirabelle’s POV

The guards shoved me roughly into a dark room and I heard the fumbling of keys and the raucous slamming of the cell door.

I was sprawled on the floor. The room felt like I was swimming on ice, in my dark, poor vision I could see the frozen walls, the sharp edges of the floor like arrows and darts frozen in ice.

“Oh, mother,” I whispered with tears staining my vision, my legs were freezing cold, and my teeth began to chatter.

The coldness of the room was turned up to a higher degree. The coolness of the room intensified the minute I was sent in here. The Alpha must have instructed his guard to manipulate the room, what do you expect from a cold king?

I wanted to scream, cry, cough, scratch. It was killing as my blood began to turn cold and pale and my cheeks burned with a sting. My throat was dry. A gourd of water will be helpful to calm the sharpness in my throat and my head swelling with thoughts.

Was I on the right track? I took