The Alpha had found her.
Through mind-link, Lance’s voice echoed with a low, menacing tone that made her shiver. "Now, now, little puppy. Where did you think you were going?" His voice was deeper and more intimidating than ever.
"I... I was just having my nightly run," she stammered, her voice trembling as she squirmed under him, trying to break free. But Lance's grip was sturdy like an unmovable boulder.
"With a bag?" Lance’s gaze shifted to the bag that had been flung aside when he had subdued her. It lay out of reach, a symbol of her failed escape.
Noticing that she was already caught, Fiore decided not to make up more excuses. "Let me go!" she shouted, her frustration mounting as she struggled in vain. The difference in their strength was painfully clear.
"I should just tie you up
