Chapter 28. Dreaming of the Devil

A nightmare—this is what this is. No ordinary dream, no ordinary phantom.

She can feel the pain. It is real. She can feel the taste of her blood in the air, shrieking for help. For someone to help.

Sasha wished she never lied that she was the one who broke the vase. She should have not welcomed Ansel at midnight, eaten his cake and made love with him for the first time.

Those memories are still fresh as if it just happened last night. Everything was raw and fresh—the happiness, the cake, the pain. The pain—

“Alpha…” Sasha whimpered, bile rising up her throat. She must endure the pain; she is Cal’s property. She has no freedom. She has no right to tell the Alpha to stop.

Above all, her life has never been hers in the first place.

The Alpha can just end her life any second. Sasha is at Cal’s mercy, and she deserved this. All of this. She should have listened to her thoughts yesterday: once a Slave, always a Slave.

Glancing up at Ansel, she smi