The Sinner's Return: Claimed By The Vengeful Alpha

Hayes

Isabelle, my fated mate, Dorian, personally threw me i

nts me like a suff

urve of my bare shoulder. The intoxicating sce

a

eart pounding as the room temperature seemed to rise. His lips brushed mi

shattered with

k elders and warriors flooded in, the

vering and barely covered by a thin sheet. I was exposed, s

ined down on me li

The vicious,

ha favoring a sweet Omega,

rogues and left poor Isabelle

now spat at my feet. The people wh

y hoping he would pull me into his arms an

eld no warmth, only a p

ng silver shackles onto my wrists. The metal burned m

mand forcing me to my knees. "You wi

napping open to the heavy, moldy

ragged clothes. The searing pain on my

ilver shackles had been a permanent fixture for

Trai

my daze. Two female rogue prison

and yanking my head back. "He threw you in here for his precious first

, despite the endless isolation, the mate-bond inside

tasting metallic on my t

curled into a ball on the cold, damp floor, taking the

out, my vision going black, did the sh

r after year. This

ed in the corridor, stopping r

gainst the damp wall like a cornered animal. W

Officer Hicks stood in the

is flat voice b

g for my death sentence.

ated early," he said. "You're