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As an orphan, I was forced to work in the pack cell. Men from the pack would visit me at night. I live in a nest with a den of a pack rat or other small rodent. My job is to clean and cater to the guests. Until one day a Royal Alpha showed up, whose arms and legs were chained together with silver chains, wrestled down the stairs by guards. And I'd never thought he would be the one to bring me out of this prison... Saphira's POV Beep... Beep... Beep.... I groan and slap the little brown alarm clock that sits on the floor beside my bed. Bed ha, I use that term lightly. It is more like a nest you would expect to see in a den of a pack rat or other small rodent. It consisted of anything I could gather that wasn't too destroyed or ruined. There was a thin mattress from a couch bed, random pillows and blankets pack members had thrown out, and a few couch cushions I had swiped from the couches at the packs dumping spot. I felt like I had just laid down; in reality, there had been a party the night before, and it was my job to clean and cater to the guests. At least since I had been working the party, the Alpha had told the men to leave me alone. I knew I wouldn't be so lucky tonight. A commotion from upstairs brought me to my feet. If they caught me still lying down after 4 am I would be punished for sure. The door swung open, and four guards pilled in, wrestling another man down the stairs. His arms and legs were chained together with what I assumed were silver chains since he hadn't broken free yet. You would think seeing this would shock me, but things like this often happened here. My room was nothing more than a cell in the holding area in the basement of the Alphas office building. Usually, the cell door to my room was chained open, but they would lock me in there often. It seemed to give the guard great joy to find every little reason to punish me and lock the door. As they came down the stairs, the head guard growled at me*, "out of the way, mutt" The others j
