The air in the dungeon hung thick with the stench of fear and damp earth. Katerina screamed, a raw, guttural sound that tore from her throat, echoing off the cold stone walls. Her body writhed on the filthy blanket, each contraction a wave of agony. This was her fourth time. Alone, save for the pack doctor who kept a detached distance, she braced for the inevitable: another pup born, another pup taken.

Her mind reeled back, a stark contrast to the present horror. Devon Cross, her fated mate, once the dream of every she-wolf, had shattered her world. An Omega, she’d dared to hope for love, only to be reduced to a breeder, a 'fuck toy' in his cruel hands. He'd never marked her, never claimed her, instead marrying Francesca, a spiteful Luna who reveled in Katerina's suffering. The Moon Goddess, Katerina mused bitterly, had truly cursed them all.

Another scream ripped through her as the pup crowned. The doctor moved with practiced efficiency, cutting the cord, wrapping the tiny form. \"It's a girl,\" he whispered, his voice barely audible, as he carried her away, leaving Katerina to the crushing weight of her exhaustion, her pain, and the hollow echo of a promise whispered by a kind Alpha named Alan, a promise of freedom she had clung to until her very last breath in that accursed dungeon.