Chloe
The cell reeked of rust and old blood.
Moisture dripped from the stone ceiling in slow, taunting rhythms. Torches flickered along the corridor, casting long shadows across the iron bars.
And there he was.
Darius — the rogue Alpha who once stood untouchable — now chained to the wall like the animal he had always been.
“Hello, Alpha,” I said softly.
Venom laced every syllable.
His large body shivered despite the thick iron restraints binding his wrists above his head. Bruises darkened his ribs. Dried blood crusted at the corner of his mouth.
But it was his eyes that satisfied me most.
Fear.
Raw. Unfiltered. Rolling off him in waves.
Good.
Behind me, Jackson stood tall and silent, the embodiment of controlled authority. And beside him, Heath radiated a different kind of powe
