Ember
Turning back to the dishes, I begin to clean them, hoping that by appearing busy, the punishment coming my way won’t be as harsh. I feel my heartbeat quicken, and my body shakes with anxiety and fear. If Alpha Kendrik is mad, then something has happened, and he’s in need of me—his punching bag.
“There you are, you w***e!” he snarls from directly behind me. Without warning, my hair is snatched in his grip, and I’m dragged away from the sink. Crying out in pain, I do my best to follow the Alpha, who furiously leads me toward the basement where my room waits.
It takes everything in me not to tumble down the stairs or curl up in a ball in fear. I wonder what has happened to make him so mad.
As soon as we reach the bottom of the steps, I’m dragged to a table bolted to the floor. Two w
