Slapping The Abuser

TESSA MERCER.

Fleeing Alpha Garrick's room left my mind in pure chaos. I hit the rough fabric of my uncomfortable mattress, gasping for air, but the oxygen did nothing to cool the raging fire in my veins. I should be terrified. I should be thanking the Moon Goddess that I escaped his chamber with my life intact. He commanded pure submission, his dominance a physical weight that pressed down on my