Six brides died in Alpha Ronan's arms. I'm his seventh. But he's the first man who makes me feel safe.💀
My mate stole my throne, locked me in a cell, and left me to starve for a year—all because I was a mute, wolfless princess. When he finally let me out, it wasn't to set me free, but to hand me over to Alpha Ronan for an alliance. I should've been terrified of the man everyone called the Alpha of Death, but now, his arms felt safer than the home I'd spent my whole life trapped in. "Six brides have been k!lled before you, Roselle. But you're the first one my wolf refuses to let go." The creaking sound of the iron cell door makes my senses snap awake. My nose twitches as I try to catch any possible scent of food, my stomach already grumbling in protest. It's been three long days since I've had a proper meal, nothing but water and scraps barely enough to keep me going. My body feels weak, numb, even. The cell door finally opens, and I scramble toward it, even though every inch of me aches. It takes everything I have just to move. I'm more than surprised. This is unusual. Normally, they don't bother opening the door, they just slide the food in through the slot. So… what's going on? Are they finally going to k!ll me? My pulse picks up at the thought. It's still dark inside, and I can barely see anything… as a matter of fact, I haven't seen the sun in almost a year. "Well, look at you, dummy…" that familiar voice drawls from the darkness, dripping with mockery. I drag myself backward, already bracing for what comes next—a slap, or fingers tangling painfully in my hair. The light suddenly flicks on, blinding me instantly. I squeeze my eyes shut, my vision struggling to adjust after so long without it. Then I feel a sharp tug at my hair, yanking my limp body to my feet. Hell, I'm too weak to even stand on my own. The slap comes immediately after. My cheek burns, heat spreading across my skin as it reddens. "This is where you belong, you've always belonged here, you weakling. Open your eyes. Now." Another slap lands across my face, stinging so badly it forces a gasp from my
