DEVASTATED

Abandoned by family, betrayed by blood, and hunted by a dark secret, Purple's fight for survival takes a terrifying turn. Escaping her cruel uncle's clutches, she plunges into a forbidden forest, only to discover a world far more dangerous than she ever imagined. Here, ancient treaties shatter, and the raw power of the supernatural collides with human fragility. Will she find refuge or become prey in a realm ruled by primal instincts and untamed desires? Her destiny, intertwined with a powerful Alpha and a shocking bond, hangs by a thread. Step into a world where every shadow hides a secret, and every choice can lead to devastation or an unimaginable fate.

DEVASTATED

Abandoned by family, betrayed by blood, and hunted by a dark secret, Purple's fight for survival takes a terrifying turn. Escaping her cruel uncle's clutches, she plunges into a forbidden forest, only to discover a world far more dangerous than she ever imagined. Here, ancient treaties shatter, and the raw power of the supernatural collides with human fragility. Will she find refuge or become prey in a realm ruled by primal instincts and untamed desires? Her destiny, intertwined with a powerful Alpha and a shocking bond, hangs by a thread. Step into a world where every shadow hides a secret, and every choice can lead to devastation or an unimaginable fate.

The air in the cramped, shadowed room was thick with the scent of stale fear and the metallic tang of old blood. Purple huddled in the corner, knees drawn to her chest, the worn silver of her parents' necklace a cold comfort against her bruised skin. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, a constant companion to the thirst that parched her throat.

Every shadow seemed to lengthen, to twist into the cruel, laughing face of her uncle. He had been a different man once, or so she remembered through the haze of grief that followed her parents' sudden deaths. Now, he was a monster, obsessed with the 'Empire' her parents had built, an inheritance Purple refused to surrender. His torture had left her body a canvas of pain, but her spirit remained unbroken, fueled by a simmering rage.

The rasp of the doorknob turning sent a fresh jolt of fear through her. Footsteps approached, heavy and deliberate, each one echoing the malice she knew so well. A voice, dripping with false concern, sliced through the silence. "How is my little niece doing?" She didn't look up. She couldn't. Not when the very sound of him made her stomach churn.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." His hand clamped onto her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. His smirk, a grotesque smear across his face, filled her with disgust. She held his stare, defiance hardening her features, a silent promise of resistance burning in her eyes. Unbeknownst to him, a small, cold comfort lay hidden behind her back – a knife, left carelessly during his last visit. Her ticket to freedom, if she could seize the moment.