Knot a Happy Ending

We were almost free. I breathed fresh, cool air, and thought that meant my
life was changing.

Fate lies, it’s fickle, and my stepbrother and I are again prisoners. I should have stayed awake, enjoyed being free for longer, because it only lasted a few, short hours. Now, Madam Clare is planning to sell us again, and I don’t know who to. Will it be to a monster like Bret from Slick Dreams, or could it be worse?

I know better now than to believe that alphas are caring, or that any of them are good. Enter at your own risk, because I no longer believe in happy endings. The only good alpha, is a dead one.