The Alpha’s Chains
The forest was a sea of glowing eyes and bared fangs. Wolves circled, their breath steaming in the cool air, their growls vibrating along the ground. And at their center stood Derrick.
Alpha. Blood Alpha. My mate who had cast me aside.
His presence was suffocating. Even the shadows recoiled for a moment under the weight of his aura. His amber eyes burned, not with love or recognition, but with fury and possession.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice dripping with contempt. “Running through the woods like a rogue b***h. Covered in dirt, blood, and lies. Was this your plan, Kimberly? To embarrass me in front of my pack? To humiliate me?”
I clenched my fists, shadows swirling at my command. “You humiliated yourself the moment you rejected me.”
A growl ripped through the
