Third Person POV
She sobbed, looking pitiful and woebegone, tears trailing down her cheeks, surrounded by the other rogues who avoided her gaze and looked away, ashamed of themselves as they kept themselves from offering her any assistance. It was well known amongst the large group that she had become his plaything, so to speak, the Alpha using her for his sick pleasure, her screams bloodcurdling as he whipped and beat her, her pleads for mercy unanswered every night before she was unceremoniously shoved back into the basement with the rest of them.
He stood at the foot of the stairs, his size impressive, his eyes beginning to get a tinge of red around the rims as he turned into an official rogue, with no pack to call home or lead. He narrowed his eyes, ignoring the poor girl, and then
