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Amanda’s POV

I woke up to a pounding sensation in my head. Slowly, I opened my eyes, but my sight was blurry, so I had to close them and reopen them again. This time, I could see clearly, although the room was a little dark.

Slowly, I sat on the cold floor, looked around, and realized I was back in the cell, but I couldn’t recall how I got there. The last thing I remembered was collapsing on the floor after Alpha Edward had his way with me. Remembering those memories brought tears to my eyes, and I began sobbing profusely. My thighs and privates felt sore. I was so weak that it felt like I would give up soon.

I looked at myself and realized I was dressed in a strange gown, which I knew belonged to a maid. It looked like a uniform because I saw a maid wearing the same gown.

I sobbed loudly as I imagined what would befall me next. Heaven knows what he would do to me.

I heard footsteps approaching my cell and, curious to know who it was, I looked toward the gate and saw a guard in front