When Talon told me about going to the capital, I was worried.
At least within Ethan’s pack I was safe, and I had gotten used to my routine schedule. I didn’t have much of an idea what would happen in the capital, but I had a feeling I would need to interact with the Poldesse pack, which really made me nervous.
Sighing, I zipped up the third bag I’d been forced to pack and turned to face Vicky, who was still going through my closet.
“Is all this really necessary?” I asked her. “I mean, they aren’t going to want me around. I’m no one.”
I was once again being forced to do something I didn’t want to do. I was a breeder... Not a tagalong sex slave.
“Yes, Rosalie,” She replied throwing more stuff into a duffle bag, “it’s all necessary.”
I sit on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “Maybe you can get him to change his mind. I don’t want to go, Vicky. It isn’t safe for me there.”
