Chapter 10

In the projection appeared a dimly lit torture room. A thin, frail woman was chained to an iron bed, her body covered in wounds. It was me. Standing before me was the alpha, Cyril. "Since her scent makes you uncomfortable, we'll let her die after her blood runs dry. You won't have to see that annoying face of hers ever again," Cyril's cold voice rang out. The murmurs from the crowd immediately ceased. Elena panicked. She lifted the hem of her skirt and rushed to the edge of the high platform, shouting at the crowd below, "It's fake! This is all fake! That bitch Sylvia is using sorcery! She's jealous of me, so she's framing Cyril!" She turned to Cyril. "Say something, Cyril! You're the pack's Alpha. Tell them this is just an illusion!" Cyril's jaw tightened. He recognized the scene. It was the entrance to the torture room. At that time, he hadn't thought it was wrong when he uttered those words. To him, there was nothing wrong with dealing with a lowly Omega. But now, with these