*Aiden’s POV*
Darkness settled in the small, cold room where I was locked up. Every ache in my body screamed reminders of the last few hours....Zayd’s grip wasn’t one to underestimate. The pain wasn’t just physical; it was humiliation, the slow burn of losing control.
But even as my bruises throbbed, my mind sharpened. Hatred coiled inside me tighter than ever. I hated Zayd for his power, for taking everything from me. Yet, somewhere beneath that rage, a twisted part of me still clung to survival, forced to apologize because it kept me breathing.
*“You don’t get to break me,”* I whispered through clenched teeth. *“I’ll make you regret every moment you think you have the upper hand.”*
But deep down, I knew this was just the beginning of a war I wasn’t sure I could win. And I hated
