---- Why just why couldn't he come here after another week? If | were lucky, maybe I'd drop dead by then and escape this Even the Alpha himself might learn that the half-assed repla offered him isn't available any then, he wouldn't have to accept the deal for the sake of the deal. He could find a better match and live happily ever after. "Alpha Dorian, let me tell you t pleased with Miss Faith. The time she has spent int hell. be pleased to cement father more. At least at you will be hese cells has improved her behaviour, and she no longer has an attitude toward higher- ranking shifters. We believe this was the best ste| p, and the results will last." assures the Alpha. If | had it in me, I'd snort like a The guard pig and laugh louder than humanly possible. So loud that all three of them would leave this place deaf. Results, my ass; this isn't a juvenile boot camp for troubled kids. "| don't give a shit about the results or the ---- nonsense you are trying to feed me. Take me to her cell and cuff the bastard who laid his hands on my property." Dorian growls. Yeah, | shouldn't have expected anything less of him. I'm still the property - the purchase of a lifetime. | wonder which of the rogues has been chosen as the lucky one to die from Dorian's hand. That is, if he will die. Something tells me that Dorian has no intention of killing anyone. His behaviour is just a show he puts on for others. "Here she is," the guard cheers as the steps stop at the door of my cell. | hear something that sounds like a gasp of shock, but the sound is hidden under a fake cough. A moment later, Dorian starts barking commands. "What are you waiting for? Open the fucking door before | break it down." And again, the same as the first time we met, | hold my breath. ---- Come to think of it - the lack of meals and the stench, damn it, even the rogue's constant harassment doesn't scare me half as much as the idea of Dorian entering this cell. Please Moon Goddess Lady, let the key jam or break off, | would rather die here. While | dread his presence, that's just what | get. The guard forces the key into the door, turns it and steps aside. Only a second later, the door to my cell opens. | can tell what's happening from the sounds, yet | still can't move a muscle, partly because | am too weak too, the other part is frozen in fear. That is until the footsteps get louder, and Dorian's presence begins to smother me. | think | flinch as he crouches beside me, gently slides his huge arm under my knees, and places the other on my back. He straightens his body and turns around so abruptly that | hear the crack before | feel the pain blazing through my wrist. The fucker didn't ---- bother to ask the guards to remove the handcuffs and chains. A deafening scream escapes my lips as he tries to walk, probably thinking I'm holding onto something and the object was what broke in the process of his sudden action. It takes him about three seconds to understand I'm not responsible for holding him back. "Shit!" He hisses under his breath. "Couldn't you two idiots warn me she's restrained? On top of everything, now we have a broken wrist. Get the damn key and release her before | lose my patience!" He screams. Once the handcuffs and chains are off, Dorian carries me away from the cells. | almost fall asleep as he carries me up the stairs, but his constant muttering ruins any possibility of rest. "Hang in there, don't give up, stay awake for me. You can't sleep now. Stay awake, baby. Stay awake for me." He almost seems genuinely concerned, but | am not falling for the act he is playing. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!