Chapter 6: Ghosts And Promises
“You’re a slave now.”
Victoria’s words lingered in the air like poison, suffocating her. She didn’t know what to think. The thin red dress clung to her body like a second skin, cold and humiliating. She sat there, trembling on the stone floor long after Victoria’s footsteps had faded.
Martha moved to her side and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. “Don’t cry, sweetheart,” she whispered, though her own voice shook. “Just breathe. You’re still alive.”
But Lily wasn’t so sure that was a blessing anymore.
Moments later, heavy boots echoed down the corridor again.
“The Alpha wants her brought to his chambers,” one of the guards announced, not bothering to look at her.
Lily’s breath hitched. She looked at Martha, wide-eyed and terrified.
Martha grabbed her hands. “Listen to me, Lily. You do what they say. Don’t fight. Don’t resist. Just... endure it. You’ve made it this far. I know it’s not fair, but I need you to stay alive. Okay?”
Lily nodded weakly. She didn’t want to die. But she didn’t want to go either.
The walk to Zayn’s chambers felt like a march to the gallows. Two guards escorted her while Martha stayed close, gripping her elbow gently, offering silent support.
Lily walked slowly, feeling every step like weights around her ankles. She didn’t meet anyone’s gaze.
The corridors felt colder than before, the stones rougher against her bare feet. She barely registered the guards guiding her forward. Her mind was elsewhere, numb with dread.