The Alpha Who Humiliated Me Now Begs at My Feet

The silver chains burned against my wrists like molten fire, each link searing deeper into my flesh with every shallow breath I took. The dungeon's stone walls wept with moisture, and the air reeked of decay and desperation. Three years. Three years I'd been Luna of the Blackwood Pack, and this was how it would end.

The heavy door groaned open, and my heart plummeted as three figures stepped into the dim light. Rogues. Exiled wolves with nothing left to lose, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that made my skin crawl. Their scent hit me like a physical blow—wild, unwashed, predatory.

"Well, well," the largest one sneered, his scarred face twisting into a grotesque smile. "Look what the Alpha's given us for entertainment."

I pressed my back against the cold stone wall, the silver chains rattling with my movement. Each sound echoed in the suffocating space like a death knell. But it was the figure by the window that truly broke what remained of my spirit.

Killian stood silhouetted against the moonlight, his broad shoulders rigid with disgust. The man I'd married, the Alpha I'd served faithfully, the mate bond I'd believed in despite everything—he watched me with eyes colder than winter frost.

"She's yours," his voice cut through the dungeon air like a blade. "This woman who murdered my child—do whatever you want with her."

The words hit me harder than any physical blow could have. My chest constricted, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe. The Rogues chuckled, a sound that made my wolf whimper somewhere deep inside where she'd been sleeping for so long.

"Killian!" The name tore from my throat, raw and desperate. I struggled against the chains, ignoring the way the silver burned deeper into my flesh. "I'm your mate! Whatever lies you've been told, whatever you believe—I am your Luna!"

He turned then, and the moonlight revealed the full extent of his hatred. His jaw was set like granite, his dark eyes holding nothing but revulsion when they looked at me. "Mate?" The word dripped with disdain. "I never accepted this forced marriage. Serena is my true Luna, the one my heart chose—and you, you killed our child."

The accusation slammed into me like a physical force. My knees nearly buckled, but the chains held me upright against the wall. "That's not—I would never—"

"Enough." Killian's Alpha command rolled through the dungeon, and even in my weakened state, my body responded with unwilling submission. "I'm done listening to your lies."

The largest Rogue stepped closer, his claws extending with a sound like knives being drawn. "Don't worry, Alpha. We'll make sure she pays for what she did."

Rough hands grabbed at the fabric of my dress, and I heard the sickening sound of tearing cloth. The other two Rogues closed in, their breathing heavy with anticipation. One reached for my face with fingers that reeked of blood and dirt.

"Please," I whispered, but the word fell into empty air. Killian had already turned