Tossed Into Darkness

The heavy iron door slammed shut behind them, sealing Becca and Mira inside the cold prison cell beneath Alpha Desmond’s mansion.

The air was thick with the scent of old blood.

Mira sat in the corner, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’ve never been in a place like this before.”

Becca exhaled sharply, pacing the cell.

She had been here before. Thrown into this very cell.

The memory clawed at her mind—Desmond’s cold eyes, his mocking smile as he had ordered her locked away simply for trying to heal one of the maids.

She clenched her fists.

“This isn’t the first time Desmond has done this to me. He thinks throwing me down here will break me, but it won’t.”

Mira’s wide eyes met hers.

“But what if this time is different? What if he really—”

“Stop.” Becca bent in front of her, gripping her shoulders gently. “We will get out of this. I promise you.”

Mira swallowed hard and nodded, but fear still lingered in her expression.

Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the hallway.

The guards were back.

The cell door creaked open, and three armored guards stepped inside. Their eyes were filled with cruel amusement as they glared at Becca.

One of them smirked.

“You’ll be punished for your crimes, Omega.”

Becca’s patience snapped.

“What crimes? You dragged me here without giving me a single reason!” She stepped forward, fury burning through her veins. “Tell me what I did!”

The guards exchanged amused glances.

“An Omega doesn’t get to question us.”

“Especially not a rejected one.”

Becca’s hands turned into fists.

“Cowards! That’s all you are. Desmond doesn’t have the spine to face me himself, so he sends his little lapdogs to do his dirty work!”

One of the guards’ expressions darkened, and he took a menacing step toward her.

“Watch your tongue, Omega, or you’ll lose it.”

Becca scoffed.

“I’d rather lose my tongue than sit here in silence while you bastards act like I’m supposed to accept my fate without a fight!”

Mira tugged at her sleeve, whispering urgently,

“Becca, stop—”

But Becca wasn’t done.

“I demand to know why I was arrested!” she shouted. “I healed a dying man! That’s not a crime!”

The guards remained unfazed.

Becca let out a bitter laugh.

“Right. Of course, you won’t answer me. Because there is no crime. This is just another one of Desmond’s sick games.”

The lead guard smirked.

“We don’t answer to a worthless Omega like you.”

Becca opened her mouth to fire back another insult, but before she could, the guards turned and walked out, slamming the cell door behind them.

Silence settled in the room.

Mira let out a shaky breath.

“That was not a good idea, Becca.”

Becca shook her head.

“I don’t care. If they’re going to kill me, they might as well let me die with my dignity.”

Mira shuddered.

“Don’t talk like that.”

Becca softened. She could see the fear in her friend’s eyes.

Mira doesn’t belong here. She was just a healer’s assistant, thrown into this mess because of her.

She reached for Mira’s hands and squeezed them gently.

“Everything will be fine.”

Mira bit her lip.

“I hope so.”

The hope in Mira’s voice was short-lived.

Less than an hour later, the guards returned.

“Get up,” one of them barked.

Before Becca could react, they grabbed her arms and drew her to her feet.

Mira tried to intervene, but a guard shoved her back, causing her to stumble.

Becca struggled.

“Let go of me!”

The guards ignored her, dragging her out of the cell and down the long, narrow hallway.

The further they went, the colder Becca’s blood ran.

She knew exactly where they were taking her.

The large hall.

Where Alpha Desmond delivered his judgments.

The moment they entered the hall, Becca was thrown to the ground. She landed hard on her knees.

Laughter echoed through the room.

Becca didn’t need to look up to know who it belonged to.

Alpha Desmond.

Slowly, she lifted her gaze.

There he was.

Sitting on his high throne, dressed in luxury, his cold golden eyes gleaming with amusement.

His dark hair was slicked back, his powerful frame relaxed as if he were watching a performance.

The sight of him made Becca’s stomach sick.

“Well, well,” Desmond began, his deep voice filled with mockery. “Look at what we have here. The disgrace of my pack.”

Becca’s jaw clenched.

“What the hell do you want, Desmond?”

The guards kicked her forward, forcing her to bow her head.

Becca gritted her teeth.

Desmond laughed.

“Still as mouthy as ever. It’s amazing how an Omega like you never learns her place.”

Becca shot him a glare.

“I know my place, Desmond. I just refuse to bow to a tyrant.”

The room went silent.

A dangerous smirk played on Desmond’s lips.

“You never fail to amuse me, Becca. You really don’t.”

She spat at the ground.

“I’d rather amuse you than fear you.”

The guards reacted instantly, striking her across the face.

Pain exploded across her cheek, but she refused to cry out.

Desmond clicked his tongue.

“You truly have no survival instincts, do you?”

Becca wiped the blood from her lip.

“Oh, I have instincts, Desmond. That’s why I knew you would try to pull something like this.”

His expression darkened.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?”

Becca met his gaze without fear.

“I don’t think, Desmond. I know.”

The guards tightened their grips on her arms.

Desmond leaned forward, his smirk vanishing.

“I’ve had enough of you. I’ve been looking for a reason to rid myself of you, and now you’ve delivered yourself to me on a silver platter.”

Becca’s heart pounded.

“What crime did I commit?”

Desmond’s eyes gleamed.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Becca’s breath caught. He doesn’t even care to justify it.

Desmond motioned with his hand.

“Executioner.”

A door on the side of the hall opened.

A large man stepped out, carrying a massive blade.

Becca’s blood turned to ice.

The guards forced her down, pressing her forehead to the cold floor.

She struggled.

“Desmond, you bastard! You can’t just—”

Desmond chuckled.

“Oh, but I can.”

The executioner raised his sword.

Becca closed her eyes.

And then—

A deep, powerful voice cut through the tension.

“Stop.”

Everything froze.

Becca’s eyes snapped open.

The large doors to the hall stood wide open.

A man stepped inside.

His presence filled the room instantly.

The man from her clinic.

Alive, awake and looking furious.

Becca’s breath caught.

What the hell was happening?