They shove me into a cage and toss me to the ground. Darkness eats me, the air reeking of rot and blood. This prison, abandoned at the mansion’s edge, is where traitors die, and rogue looms. I curl up, hands trembling over my belly, shielding the fragile life within. But then I felt a presence.
Powerful. Overwhelming.
The air shifts, a force pressing against my skin. My breath catches as golden eyes pierce through the dark. My body tenses, instincts screaming at me to shield myself. But there is nowhere to go.
“Shh…” A calm, almost amused voice cuts through the silence.
My eyes snap open, and for the first time, I see him clearly. My vision sharpens unnaturally, my own eyes glowing in response.
I gasp. No. It can’t be.
“Alpha Rome? How come you’re here w-when…” My voice is barely a whisper. “...you’re already d-dead?”
He smirks. “Well… I faked my death.”
I freeze.
He what?
He faked his death?
But why?
