Chapter 9 : His Prisoner

Alvaria’s Point Of View.

“Uhhhhh,”

A low moan left my lips as I adjusted myself on the firm mattress just struggling to find a comfortable position to bring me the necessary harmony needed for me to fall back into my slumber.

*Thud!*

“Ahhh!”

A string of cuss words left my mouth one after the other as I rubbed my palm on my now sore hip in frustration. I dragged myself back onto the tiny single bed with a pissed off look on my face just annoyed by falling off into the ground and ruining my day just as it started.

Wait a minute…my bed isn’t a single bed and this sure as hell isn’t my room.

My eyes immediately scanned the entire room just as a flashback of the previous night came back to me and I remembered exactly where I was.

My metal bars around my prison cell were more than enough to knock me back into the reality of my situation. I was a prisoner in the black venom pack and was probably going to be executed for trying to kill their alpha…very strong emphasis on trying.

I tugged on t