Chapter 9
Obviously, my father was more willing to accept the fact that Caleb was my mate.
If that were the case, the reputation of the pack would remain intact.
“I’LL look into it,” he said gruffly, though his tone was a Lot gentler than earlier.
“I’ll send someone to ask Caleb about this.
If I find out you’re lying, I’LL punish you severely.
”
Then my father made arrangements for me to be put behind bars in the meantime.
Unbeknownst to him, Marley had instructed the prison guards to lock me up in their worst cell-the one specially used to imprison traitors and the lowest of criminals.
The cell was dark, dank, and smelled of piss.
The only quilt in the cell was ripped and shabby, even worse than the clothes of a street beggar.
As soon as I was pushed inside the cell, I couldn’t help but retch.
My stomach ached so much from vomiting, and I could only curl up on the floor to ease the pain, twitching from time to time.
At night, the cell was extremely cold.
I felt like I would freeze to death.
“Hey, wake up.
Breakfast is ready,” the guard spat at me harshly.
He tossed me a piece of moldy bread and kicked a bowl of water toward me.
The water smelled Like sewage.
I only smelled it from afar, but it was enough to make me retch again.
The guard sneered, “You’re quite picky with food, huh?”
I swallowed the urge to vomit and retorted, “This isn’t food at all!” The guard kicked the water over.
“If you don’t want to eat, then starve! Luna Marley ordered us to make sure that you suffer here.
” Marley? It was that damn woman again!NôvelDrama.Org content.
She hated me more than I had thought.
The only thing she hadn’t done was kill me.
Gritting my teeth angrily, I vowed to make her pay for this.
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I swore as soon as my father found out the truth and proved my innocence, I would gather all the evidence I could to terminate the cooperation between the Silver Ridge Pack and the Frosty River Pack.
Then I’d expose Marley’s plot, Letting my father see her true colors.
Hatred gave me the will to live.
I endured the pain, reached out, and picked up that moldy bread.
The terrible suffering lasted for three whole days.
When Vicky came to visit me, I was curled into a ball in the corner of the cell.
She rushed to my side, but I noticed that she was walking strangely.
“Vicky, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” I asked worriedly.
Vicky didn’t want to talk about that.
She just set down the Lunch box and hugged me tightly.
“Debra, my child, you have suffered a Lot.
”
Heartbroken, she looked at me and stroked my face.
“My God, how could they do this to you? You’re still the Alpha’s daughter! You’ve only been locked up for a few days, but you’ve Lost so much weight.
”
Sobbing, Vicky helped me sit up.
Then she opened the Lunch box and fed me carefully.
But when Vicky raised her hand, I caught a glimpse of the wound under her sleeve.
It was a long and deep gash that ran from her wrist to her shoulder.
At a glance, I could tell that it was from a whip.
The wound was so deep that her skin was ripped open.
Whoever did the lashing had used all their strength.