The memory left me shaking so hard that the chains around my ankle rattled against whatever I was chained to and the sound echoed through the small
space like a death knell.
My stomach turned violently and I thought I might throw up from the combination of fear and betrayal and whatever drugs were still working their way out of my system, making everything feel fuzzy around the edges.
Seraphine had betrayed her pack in the worst possible way and the knowledge of it sat in my chest like a stone.
Not just Tristan, not just the pack, but me personally and that somehow made it hurt worse than anything else. I had let her into my home when she looked desperate, had been ready to get her water and listen to whatever she needed to say, had been willing to help someone who claimed to be in crisis.
Yes, I didn’t like her but I could only let her into my apartment because I had pity on her.
And she had used that kindness against me like a weapon.
She hadn’t just lured me into a trap or set me up to be kidnapped by someone else, which would have been bad enough.
She had actively participated in every step of it, had injected me with whatever drug knocked me unconscious, had probably helped whoever did this get me here and chain me up like an animal.
The worst part was that she had looked satisfied when she did it, like she’d been planning this for months and was finally getting her revenge for some
imagined wrong.
She wouldn’t have done it alone.
My hands clenched into fists as anger started to burn through the fear and confusion, hot and bright and almost welcome because at least it was
something I could control.
I had never done anything to hurt Seraphine beyond existing and coming back to my own pack where I belonged, had never tried to take Tristan away from anyone because he was already mine.
But apparently that was enough to make her hate me so much that she was willing to help someone kidnap me and probably kill me.
Now I was here in this concrete tomb, chained to the floor in some dark place that smelled like mold and decay and despair, my mate unable to find me because the wolfsbane was choking our bond like smoke in my lungs.
The anger felt better than the fear because at least it was something I could hold onto, something that made me feel less helpless and vulnerable and
weak.
But it also made me more aware of how alone I was and how bad my situation, feally was and how little chance I had of getting out of this alive.
I tested the chain around my ankle again, pulling at it with both hands until the metal cut into my palms, but it was solid and the shackle was too tight to slip off even if I dislocated my foot. Whatever I was chained to felt heavy and immovable, probably bolted directly into the concrete floor.
The room I was in felt small and enclosed, with walls close enough that my voice would echo if I tried to scream, though I doubted anyone would hear me even if I did.
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The ait was stale and thick and tasted like metal and old fear, like no fresh air had circulated through here in years.
I was starting to think about what other options I might have when I heard footsteps somewhere above me, slow and deliberate like someone taking their time and enjoying the anticipation.
They were coming closer and my heart started beating faster.
‘You’re awake.”
The voice made my blood run cold because I recognized it even though I hadn’t heard it in months and had hoped I would never hear it again.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
