Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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107 Chapter 107

Seraphina’s POV 1

The first thing that hit me when consciousness crawled back was the smell.

Human waste. Unwashed bodies. Fear so thick it coated the back of my throat like oil. I gagged, my stomach

lurching as the full assault of odors invaded my senses.

I was lying on something cold and rough. Stone, maybe concrete. My body ached everywhere, but it was a

distant, muffled pain-like my nerve endings had been wrapped in cotton. The wolf poison. Still working its

way through my system.

*Ayla?*

Nothing. Not even a whisper of her presence. The silence in my mind was terrifying, like losing a limb I’d

never realized I needed.

I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim light filtering through a barred window high above. The cell

was small, maybe twelve feet by eight, with walls that looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in decades. Dark

stains I didn’t want to identify marked the concrete.

But the worst part wasn’t the conditions. It was the people.

At least a dozen other prisoners huddled against the walls, their clothes torn and filthy, their faces gaunt with

hunger and terror. Though I caught the scent of a few wolves mixed in. All of them looked broken.

corner rocked back and forth, her arms wrapped around her

already streaked

or just meaningless words

men sat near the door, their backs pressed against the wall. One had a bandage wrapped around

with old blood. The other kept glancing at the door with

terror,

ask anything, the sound of heavy boots echoed from somewhere beyond the cell door. The effect on the other prisoners was immediate.

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woman stopped mid-motion, her eyes going

whispered. “Not

swung open with a screech

Two soldiers entered.

one called out, consulting a piece of paper. His voice was flat, bored,

grocery list.

head bandage went

whispered urgently. “Hide. Don’t

he was already standing, his whole body shaking. “That’s… that’s

arm while the other

metal around his wrists. “I don’t

face, cutting off his words. Blood trickled from his

for upstairs,” the

the door.

taking him? When

soldier paused in the doorway, a cruel

The lock turned

fainter and fainter until they cut

Then silence.

of her strength, her courage. But the wolf poison had