Weak.

An evil glint flashed in his eyes as his hand connected with my cheek sending my head tilting pin the other direction. Letting out a small gasp I pulled against my restraints trying to loosen them as much as possible. Its been this way for a couple days now, and with me being tied up to this chair it didn't make my experience memorable. He'll come in , eyes filled with hatred , fist balled , and breathing jaggedly. Shoulders slumped and head hanging I stared at the dried up blood and mucus that was present on the dress I was wearing from the kidnapping.

" What, no tears this time?" He smirked.

I couldn't cry , it was like a trap with him. If I cried the pain given would only intensify to the point where I have to beg or to the point where Apollo has to pry him off of me. The reason for his anger is unknown to me, but as long as i'm seated in this chair I will not allow him the satisfaction of seeing me in such a weak state.

" Don't try to hide it Ariella " He snickers " You're weak and you always will be."
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Ariella Valentino daughter of the great Alpha of Alphas ( Asias Valentino ) is kidnapped and used for ransom against her pack by the one and only Storm Silva. Being labelled as the " weakest wolf " Ariella has to find a way out of Storm's grasps before its too late. Or it is already too late?