NATASHA’S POV
I thought my life was over when my cushy world as an Alpha’s daughter—and fiancé—was tipped on its axis when my dad gave me away to his ‘friend’ for protection.
Then I thought I’d hit rock bottom when the ‘friend’ shoved me into lingerie made of cheap net and plastic diamonds and forced me to dance and fuck under the name Vixen.
And then, when Kade had me dragged out of that strip club, kicking and screaming, I thought there was absolutely no fucking way things could ever get worse.
Little did I know that that night was only the beginning of my misery.
The dungeon I was thrown into after my so-called arrest was little more than a holding pen—a pit of damp stone and silence. No windows. No voices. Just the mocking echo of my own thoughts.
Kade had said I could be pardoned if I persuaded my father to cooperate, but I never even saw him.
Days passed, and I didn’t see my father. Didn’t see Kade. At some point, I would have even been happy to see fucking Andrea.