---- Since the day | was thrown in here, he hasn't stopped teasing me. Or at least that's what he calls the sexist remarks that leave his filthy mouth. The moron keeps trying to convince me that | was thrown in here for his entertainment, not as a punishment for my so-called wrongdoings. Following the rogue's logic - no sane woman could reject his advances or his lame attempts at dirty talk. He, as he claims, is one of the best catches out there, a nice guy, and a real husband material. "Leave her alone. Unless you want to die of starvation or switch to the diet the lady has!" One of the guards shouts from the other side of the hall. Oh, that's another thing worth pointing out - unlike me, the rogues have actual meals. And | mean three balanced meals a day. Funny how criminals and murderers are treated better than the Alpha's daughter. Up to this day, | still can't figure out what crime | ---- committed to deserve all this. Why would the Moon Goddess hate her child so much that she would impose such misery on someone? Or did she draw my name from a barrel, and | was the unlucky one picked for this nightmare on a whim? It's true, she's the one who connects souls and chooses mates she believes are the best fit for everyone, so | suppose | can't blame the Goddess for my father's doings. She might be powerful, but not powerful enough to choose one's parents. Or, at least, | hope so. If I'm wrong in my theory, | really would like to know more about the awful crime that earned me this life. What karmic debt | am now paying for in this life. "Sure thing, boss! I'm just teasing her; no need to be so sensitive." The rogue laughs and drags his nails across the metal bars that separate us. It's one of the things he's been doing at night for the past week. Every night, over and over again, until someone stops him from acting out. ---- | don't react though because | know that's what he wants. He wants me to react and get close enough for him to grab me. The disgusting man failed in his plan to kill off our pack, so what's a better revenge than killing the Alpha's only child? | could tell him father doesn't give a damn about me, but he wouldn't listen. | close my eyes and lean my head against the cold wall. Ignoring the rumbling of my stomach becomes harder with each day, and if | wasn't underweight a week ago, | am now. I'm sure my father will be pleased to see me now. A caring parent might panic and worry about their child's health, but not him. No, he will have some degrading remarks in store to use against me. | can imagine the look on his face when he praises his success in making me look better. Surely, he will also make a few remarks about the upcoming wedding and how pleased my fiancée will be to see how hard | am trying to ---- live up to his expectations. If only Alpha Dorian would have any idea what's happening behind his back. A quiet chuckle leaves me as soon as the thought crosses my mind. As if that man would ever care if I'm fed and safe. This situation is a business deal, not a matter of one's well-being. Some part of me wonders if | am better off remaining in the cells rather than being forced to marry the Alpha. That would really screw my father's plans. What | would give right now for a hot cup of tea. Something to warm the coldness in my bones and chill that never seems to subside. | close my eyes and try to avoid the torturous thoughts about a cup of warm tea and a decent meal. Maybe | will feel better after a few hours of sleep. Assuming Mr husband material in the cell beside me can keep his vulgar words to himself. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!