ALPHA JAMES
I couldn’t move.
This wasn’t fear. It wasn’t adrenaline or shock locking up my body.
This was control.
Something had taken over.
My legs were frozen—not stiff, not numb—but disconnected. Like the line between my brain and my limbs had been severed. I told them to run, to lunge, to do anything. They didn’t listen.
They couldn’t.
“Glad to see you three again.”
Draven.
He stepped out from the curling smoke, red embers dancing at his heels like the floor burned where he walked. That same damn smile played on his lips.
My blood boiled.
“Draven!!” I growled, pushing every nerve to move, but my legs still refused. Then, just as I tried again, everything broke.
He lifted his hand slightly.
“Can I have her back?”
“No, f**k—!”
I tried to spit the words, to hold Selene tigh
