wanderlust

The arrival of yet another Male had her folding here ears as much as possible and lowering her stance more. Thos was not good. She wasn't one to anger others though. Rhyme and Rhythm had escaped and she had followed soon after. Only their paths seemed to change once more. She needed a miracle to get her out of this alive. She refused to look at the men here. There would obviously be no opposition from her.

Bondservant. The word wasnt pleasant to hear. No matter what she figured that she was about to become a breeding bitch again. She swallowed down a whimper. She'd give anything to have rhyme here right now. To have him save her. The way this alpha spoke was like he intended her to be for himself, as if he already wanted her. She wanted to run, but that was out of the question. She was scared for her safety and freedom.