Chapter 5.-1
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Three weeks later
The doors and windows were barred and locked, and there was a guard outside my door. It had been an amateur move, trying to run when my father was out of town and thinking I was safe. Champ enjoyed hitting me maybe even more than my father did, and he’d been foaming at the mouth to get his hands on me ever since the night of the ball. I should have known that he’d be
keeping an eye on me.
I should have stayed with Rhyson. There was a connection between us. Not a mate bond, but most wolves didn’t find their mates. Even if Rhyson didn’t want to marry me, he might have at least found me a place in his pack. I’d considered telling him the truth, but when I’d looked out my window, there was Champ, ready to storm the hotel.
I’d just showered away the scent of Rhyson, so the last thing I wanted was him storming in and starting a war. So my meek little self had gone out to him, bare-ass naked and ready for my
consequences.
My father had taken the pleasure of beating me and locking me in my prison, and Champ had just been waiting for his turn.
I’d given it to him last night.
My bruises were so bad they had bruises on top of them, but I ignored them. I was a prisoner until my father decided what to do with me next. Champ wanted me for his wife, but my father would make absolutely certain that he couldn’t use me before he threw me away to his second. As uncertain as the alternative was, being with Champ seemed like rock bottom.
Of course, that was until a little bit of freedom proved my wolf right. If I didn’t leave this locked room tonight, my father would come home, and my life would get so much fucking worse. Closing my eyes, I folded my arms around my body and allowed myself the pleasure of the memories. His touch. His kisses. I’d never felt anything close to the way I felt when I was around him. Just the thought of him made me shatter.
Rhyson of Summerset would protect me. I just had to get to him.
And I didn’t have a plan.
The sun was setting. If I didn’t leave tonight, chances were damn good that I wasn’t leaving at all. The lock on the door turned, and I immediately moved closer and stepped into the corner. It was
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never a good idea to run to the farthest corner. Then, you were trapped. Staying close to the door, at least I had room to maneuver. Not that I could put up much of a fight, but it had saved my life a time or two when my father was really angry.
He wasn’t the one who walked into the room. He was gone. It wasn’t Champ either.
It was Linda. I stiffened.
The door closed, and we stared at each other. We’d never been close. I’d never even known we
were cousins until she shouted it into my face one day outside when we were kids. I didn’t even
know what that meant. Her father had dragged her away, angry. Not angry at her. The few times I
saw them together, he was always kind to her and I was jealous.
No, he’d been furious at my father.
Her eyes were red-rimmed from crying, and they teared up all over again as she looked at me. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just…I had to tell you that in case…I just needed you to know that I didn’t want
to hurt you.”
Didn’t want to hurt me? I’d be dead soon, and she was part of the reason.
“I don’t understand,” I said stonily. “You’re sorry for taking away my only chance of leaving this
prison?”
“Believe me, it would not have been an upgrade.” Glancing over her shoulder, she took a step toward me and stopped when I took a step back. “You’re scared of me.”
“I’m wary of anyone locked in this room with me.” I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over and done with. You can go back to your Prince Charming.”
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