Chapter 3: The Weight of Silence
Lily kept running, as quickly as her legs could take her.
“Hey!” one barked, grabbing her arm roughly. “Where do you think you’re going?” She barely made it halfway down the hall before two guards spotted her.
She tried to fight, but she was too weak; her legs barely held her up.
The other guard sneered. “You’re lucky the Alpha didn’t kill you. If it were up to me...”
He didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, they snapped the chains back around her wrists and dragged her through the halls like a stray dog. When they reached the dungeon, they threw her in and slammed the door shut behind her.
She collapsed to the floor, the cold biting into her skin, her wrists burning.
She wanted to scream, but of course, she couldn’t. She laid there, curled up, shaking.
So this is it? This is my life?
She used to dream of meeting her mate. Of being saved. Of being loved.
What a joke.
That dream was dead now.
Zayn wasn’t a savior. He was just another cage. Another hell waiting to consume her.