Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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My voice broke as memories flooded back-Eleanor's cruel smile as she'd shoved me into this very basement years ago, the scratching of tiny claws in the darkness, my own screams echoing off stone walls.

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"I didn't do anything wrong" I cried, my composure shattering completely "Please, I'm innocent!"

Ethan's face remained impassive, unmoved by my terror. "You need time to reflect on your mistakes," he said coldly. "To understand what you've done wrong"

With a powerful shove, he pushed me through the doorway I stumbled on the top step, barely catching myself against the wall to avoid tumbling down the stairs.

Before I could turn around, the heavy door slammed shut behind me. The sound of the bolt sliding into place was like a death knell.

"Ethan!" I screamed, pounding my fists against the unyielding wood. Please! Don't leave me here!"

Silence was my only answer

i pressed my ear against the door, straining to hear any sound from the other side. Nothing. He had walked away, leaving me trapped in my worst nightmare.

My breathing quickened, shallow gasps that did little to fill my lungs. The darkness pressed in around me, absolute and suffocating. I fumbled along the wall, desperately searching for a light switch.

My fingers found it, and I flipped it up and down frantically. Nothing happened. The power had been cut. Hope drained from me like blood from a wound. I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the top step, my knees drawn up to my chest, arms wrapped tightly around them.

it was futile.

absorbed my cries, swallowing them into nothingness.

come.

me. I forced myself to take deeper breaths, trying to slow my racing heart. It was just darkness, I told myself. Just a

wasn't empty. It was alive with memories-Eleanor's laughter as she'd locked me in here the first time, the taunts of the servants as they'd released rats

nerve ending screamed danger, every muscle tensed

any sound that might indicate I wasn't alone. The silence was almost complete, broken only by my own ragged breathing and the distant

almost imperceptible. But

I wasn't alone.

somehow melt into the stone. The rustling came again, closer this time, followed by a

Rats. Just like before.

my childhood trauma-how the orphanage had locked disobedient children in a rat-infested cellar as punishment. She'd used that knowledge

same.

Chapter: 51. Sludde

I hugged myself tighter, trying to make

I whispered, though I didn't know who I was begging. There was

more persistent. I imagined tiny claws scrabbling against stone, beady eyes gleaming

and primal. The weight of my fear was