193. Laura
My whole body shudders wondering what's going on. Doesn't Steve love me anymore? Didn't we make this up together and I can still remember that night when he whispered sweet nothings into my ears.
So, what was with that question?
“Who is your mate?” His words rang in my head, stopping me midsentence.
The remaining length of the broken chains clinked against each other as they dug into my raw flesh, but the pain was nothing compared to the ache clawing at my chest. My breath hitched as I stared at him, my mind scrambling for understanding.
“W-what are you talking about, Steve?” My voice was weak, strained with desperation, as I struggled to move forward, toward him and the two men flanking him.
One was stone-faced, taller than the others, his features carved with harsh lines
