The Alpha's a b***h, Book Three, Chapter 4
SIMON EMPTIED A BUCKET of cold water over the head of a nude Kahn, who was bound by thick, heavy chains, partially hanging from the rafters of a cold and dank room. “Wake up ya quisling!” he said in a voice colder than Alaskan winter.
Kahn erratically trembled like a dog fresh out the pool. He exhaled a chilling smoke, struggling to free himself from captivity but failing in his dire attempt. Looking up, he realized his wrists to be chained together by silver bracelets. The chain linked into the stone structure of his cell.
He looked down to see his feet in silver shackles, impossible for him to break free. But when he dismissed the thought of his bone chilling confinement, his eyes sank and focused on his captor, and he roared in a fashion tha
