Aria's POV
“Please do not hurt me.”
“I do not want to die,” I cried, forcing tears down my cheeks as the rogue warriors dragged me across the massive hall of the Rogue Palace.
The room was enormous and cold, built with dark stone walls that made the place feel like a frozen fortress. At the far end stood a large throne carved from black wood, towering over everyone in the hall.
Dozens of eyes turned toward me.
Whispers immediately filled the palace.
“An intruder?”
“She looks pathetic.”
“Very pathetic.”
I kept my head lowered, acting weak and frightened, but deep inside a spark of hope flickered to life.
I had made it.
I was inside the rogue territory.
Now everything depended on the Alpha’s decision. Whatever he said would determine my fate.
Death.
Or survival.
