Gabriela
The air is cold this early in the morning.
The sun hasn't risen yet, but with the way the sky is starting to lighten just over the tree line, it's bound to happen any minute now.
A shiver races up my spine, but not because of the cold or the fact that I've been dressed in a sheer material that is practically see-through—Alpha Storm's final act of humiliating me, no doubt—but because I know my new owner will be arriving soon.
My stomach twists at the thought of that—my new owner.
But that's what he'll be, right? I've been sold as his brood mare and nothing more. A glorified s*x pet, which hopefully won't mean I'm locked in a cage until I'm ready to be used. Although, it's not much different than how I've been kept the past few weeks, is it?
My cell had been my cage until Alph
