“Chain her to the floor.”
His voice was just as I remembered: dark, disgusting, and utterly evil. The sound of the chains clanking as they were locked around my wrists and ankles echoed through the room. Marcus paced around the dark brick chamber he claimed he had specially designed for me. As the chains clinked into place, he turned to meet my gaze. I narrowed my eyes at him, determined not to show any weakness.
“It’s good to see you again,” he said with a twisted smile.
I laughed, the sound bitter and mocking. “Wish I could say the same,” I retorted, watching his smile falter.
Fuming, he marched over to me, yanked my hair, and wrenched my head back painfully. I bit my lip to stifle any sounds of discomfort.
“Seems like I’ll have to teach you who’s the alpha here,” he growled in my e
