《The Fated Mate Rebellion》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 7 章

Blood doesn’t bother me anymore. That should probably concern me more than it does, but after three years of scrubbing it off concrete, you either make peace with the metallic stink or go insane.I chose option one.Insanity is a luxury for wolves who have the freedom to fall apart.Despite the subdued healing my wolf still offers, my hands are rough and cracked, and my knees hurt against the chilly stone floor of The Crimson Cage's main arena. She’s been suppressed for so long that even basic recovery crawls along slower than it should. The industrial brush scrapes against dried blood, the sound echoing through the empty space like a dying animal’s last breath.Three in the morning. The witching hour for servants like me.The arena, a vast underground colosseum beneath the opulent Obsidian Palace Hotel and Casino, extends above me. During fight nights, this pit holds three thousand screaming spectators, all rich enough to afford the quarter-million-dollar entry fee and twisted enough

My wolf wanted blood, and tonight he got it. He'd always craved it.I caught my reflection in the blood-smeared steel. The feral edge clung to me, the broken alpha who saw everything as threat or prey. I've been fighting ever since. It was easier to become a monster than to remember I was once a man.The cell door slammed shut behind me, finally as a coffin lid. Fight 247 complete. Three more until Knox kept his promise. Three more deaths before freedom.If I still believed in promises. If freedom meant anything other than a different cage.Blood flaked off my knuckles as I flexed my fingers. Not my blood. I'd honed the art of efficient violence over fourteen years. Quick kills. Clean kills. The kind that didn't slow me down.My cell was six paces long, four paces wide. I'd measured it ten thousand times. Concrete walls, floor, and ceiling, all cold to the touch. A cot bolted to the wall. A toilet-and-sink combo that barely qualified as plumbing. No windows. Just the flickering fluore

They came for me at sunrise.I’m still awake, staring at the water-stained ceiling as twenty other women breathe quietly around me. I haven't slept, can't sleep, just listening, wondering if this is the night I die.The lock clicks open. That sound, hard and final, means someone’s getting dragged out and not coming back. It's like a death rattle. The door slams back, and two guards fill the frame. Alphas, both of them, big enough to block out the morning light. Carter is one of the guys who takes real joy in dragging servants to places they never come back from.“Daniels. Up. Now.”I didn’t argue. Arguments get you a beating before a bullet, and I want to skip that.The other women didn’t move. They've learned the same lesson I have: stay invisible, act deaf, don’t care about anything that doesn't threaten you. It’s harsh, but it keeps us breathing.I slide out of the bunk, still in yesterday’s uniform. I didn't see the point in changing if I was going to die. My hands are steady as I

Sierra had cleaned these corridors a hundred times.She knew every crack in the concrete, every camera angle, and every guard rotation. She had mopped blood from these floors, emptied the bins outside these cells, and kept her eyes down while men who could crush her skull with one hand walked past without a second glance.She had never once imagined she would be walking into one of these cells as its occupant.Carter's hand pressed flat against her shoulder blade, steering her forward with the kind of casual force that made it clear resistance was pointless. The fighter's wing smelled nothing like the servant quarters. Down there, everything carried the scent of industrial soap, stale food, and quiet fear. Up here, it was raw. Sweat, iron, and dominance were layered so thick they sat on the tongue like copper.The wolves in the occupied cells tracked her movement. She felt their attention like heat on her skin. Some were curious while others were calculating. One massive fighter with