Mated to the Enemy's AlphaPrologue
A she-wolf with bruises everywhere, wearing almost nothing, and hugging her knees in the middle of the cell, appeared the alpha's sight after walking inside the prison.
Huge changes in the physical appearance of the lady werewolf were noticeable. Her chubby cheeks before now protruded. Her beautiful body then was now skinny.
"Long time no see, my love," the alpha greeted.
The she-wolf didn't move an inch to greet him back. She kept her gaze on the dusty floor. She tasted blood in her mouth for biting her lips.
The alpha hissed at her reaction. "Don't you want to ask about how Cynthia is doing?" Sarcasm was always hinted at in his voice every time he talked to her.
The provoked lady lifted her head sharply. Her movements danced with the wind, making the alpha almost not see how she reached the bars in a millisecond.
“Fuck you, Salazar!” Adelia gripped the silver grill and harshly pushed it with raging eyes. Her sharp fangs appeared like she was ready to attack the man from the other side of the jail room if given a chance, only to groan in pain when the silver metal burned her skin after she had contact with it.