Chapter 52. Sword of Death

Mirabelle’s POV

I tucked the loose strand of my hair perfectly, even though it was fake it has served as part of my identity for the period I’m here till I get switched back to my normal life. I couldn’t wait for that day any longer, the earlier I leave the better I can manage with a sane mind.

The sun watched down harshly as I moved around the room distant from the Alpha. He didn’t come back last night and this morning there was no sign of him, not even the smell of his emergence, maybe when I was deep in sleep.

Alpha Dargan is mad. I’ve never seen his type of crazy and if there were more of his type the world would burn. I was thankful I hid the sword by the strap and the portion of the dress he tore last night wasn’t in the area.

I stared at my clothing. It was the normal dress that was accorded my status. Who would have thought I was the same person yesterday?

I walked to the door and attempted twisting the doorknob when I came face to face with the