Chapter 38. The one who plot in the shadow
Aria pounded her fists against the iron door until her knuckles throbbed, her voice hoarse from screaming.
“Let me out!”
Her voice cracked.
“Someone—please—help me!”
But only silence answered her. The stone chamber around her remained cold and unmoved, its thick walls swallowing her desperation like it was nothing more than dust. She had screamed for hours—at first in fear, then in rage. Now, only anger kept her going.
They had locked her in like a prisoner, like she was nothing more than a possession. But she wasn’t a possession. She was a mate. A mother. And if they thought she would surrender quietly, they were wrong.
She backed away from the door, breathing heavily, her hands trembling from exhaustion. Her stomach twisted with discomfo
