---- will be our pelts hanging in the rogue cells." Since neither Lola nor | react to her words, she hurries towards the door. Despite the fact that | can barely make out the silhouette of the woman moving, | don't care what she's up to at this point in time. Her gaze passes through the thin glass of the door, and she puts her hand over her heart as if doing so would help her feel less stressed. | clutch Lola tighter, unwilling to let go just yet. "I'm so happy to see you," | whisper, dreading the moment I'll have to release her. | just need a few more minutes to burn the moment into my memory, to savour her scent a little longer. | just want to remember how warm and safe | feel in her arms, knowing this may be the last time | ever feel this kind of safety again, even as the world around me collapses and burns to ashes. | need this moment with her, it is the only thing holding me together right now. It is possible for me to survive if | can have that ---- much. | won't give up just yet. "Shh, don't talk. We don't have much time, so listen," to my disappointment, she breaks the moment, and lets go of me. The hug feels like a distant memory, even though it happened only a moment ago. My arms now feel empty and like a child, | am craving her attention, craving her gentle touch. As much as | want to wrap my arms around her again and pull her into another hug, | hold back, and listen to the news she has brought. | know we don't have much time, and the nurse's increasing worry as she stands by the door is proof of that. "I'm sure the nurse mentioned you're supposed to be on bed rest, right?" She asks, and | nod my head. "Try to enjoy the time you spend in the hospital. The whole pack is running like the Alpha set their butts on fire. The paperwork was signed by Alpha Dorian, and he agreed to the marriage." ---- The realisation sinks in slower than usual. The promise he made - he meant it, and now, he has done everything in his power to make it come true. | belong to him, like an animal he bought from the pound. Or a piece of land to be purchased. A gentle hand cups my cheek, and my wonderful maid holds my gaze as she whispers, "The wedding is in three days." Three days, | have been granted three days to grieve my old life before being thrust into my new version of torment. The Moon Goddess really won't give me a break, will she? Neither will my father nor Alpha Dorian. It's becoming more and more apparent that there isn't any speck of control to be held by me. For once, | would like to choose, for once | would like to be regarded as a person, not property. Three days and Alpha Dorian officially signs the marriage certificate, officially signs my ownership papers. This is some sick joke. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!