The men's restroom in the club's restaurant was a cramped and oppressive space, the air heavy with the smell of disinfectant and the echo of male laughter that had turned sinister. My heart pounded like a war drum, terror consuming me as the two Alphas approached, their eyes glowing with a primal desire that made me feel like cornered prey. Ethan held my arm, his Alpha strength an invisible shackle, his expression a mask of cold amusement that chilled my blood. Clarissa snarled in my mind, weakened by the silver chain, her presence a helpless whisper: Hold on, Nellie. Hold on. But without her, it was just me, vulnerable, my vision blurred by tears.
The first Alpha, the one with the close-cropped beard, leaned toward me, his nose brushing my neck, inhaling deeply as if I were a delicious d
