Damon led her deeper into the cave palace, turning into a narrower passage that branched off from the main halls. The air grew cooler and damper here, the stone walls rougher, untouched by the finer carvings that decorated the Alpha's personal chambers. Finally, he pushed aside a heavy hide curtain and stepped into a small, carved-out chamber.
It was nothing special. Just a hard, flat rock slab that served as a bed, covered with a single thin layer of dried grass and furs that looked worn from use. In the centre of the room stood a large, smooth boulder... waist-high, polished by years of handling, specially placed there for one purpose only.
A single glowing crystal embedded in the wall provided dim, reddish light. No windows or luxury. This was a slave room, plain and humiliating.
Elena's heart pounded as she stepped inside. The heavy curtain fell shut behind them with a dull thud, sealing them in.
