Chapter 23. Conflicting Emotions.

Evelyn.

The darkness of night enveloped me as I lay in my small, dimly lit crib. The memories of earlier replayed in my mind, like a haunting melody refusing to fade away. I couldn't escape them; they clung to me like a relentless shadow. The Alpha King's chambers, his touch, his whispered promises – it all felt like a dream, or perhaps, a nightmare.

My heart raced as I replayed the vivid images of that encounter in my mind. His strong hands binding mine, the silk blindfold that masked my vision, and his commanding voice that sent shivers down my spine. Everytime I closed my eyes or moved slightly, I could still feel his hands on mine and his mouth on my bosom, a warm feeling spreading through my entire body at the memory. Every sensation was etched into my mind, a stark contrast to the pain and humiliation I had endured as his slave.

But what troubled me most wasn't the physical intimacy or the forbidden pleasure I had experienced; it was the undeniable truth that I had enjoyed it. My