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.

knowing it was

absorbed my cries, swallowing them into nothingness. No one would hear

come.

breaths, trying to slow my racing

the darkness 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 into the basement, knowing my terror of them, "It's not real," I

the reassurances my mind offered. Every nerve ending screamed danger, every muscle tensed for flight. Sweat beaded on my forehead despite the

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

Soft, almost imperceptible. But

I wasn't alone.

as if I could somehow melt

Rats. Just like before.

children in a rat-infested cellar as punishment. She'd used that knowledge against

same.

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down my face, hot against my cold skin. I hugged myself tighter, trying to make myself smaller,

was begging. There was no

persistent. I imagined tiny claws scrabbling against stone, beady eyes gleaming in the darkness, sharp teeth ready

sob tore from my throat, raw and primal. The weight of my fear