Jasmine.
His name rips through my throat, the pain cradling my heart. Alec lunges forward, snapping the chain off the chair and grabs the witch closest to him. She writhes and begins to whisper quick mutters when Alec growls and sinks his teeth into her throat, tearing her bone from it.
Blood splatters in multiple directions, her body instantly becoming pale and limp. He flings her across the room like a rag doll and she smacks against the jagged walls.
The others scamper away, scurrying for safety from him. “Alec,” I call softer this time as I rush toward him. He flexes his muscles and the chains buckle under the pressure, snapping as if turned to twigs.
Ethel coos within me, a feeling of comfort enveloping her on seeing that our mate is safe. I can feel a subtle happy dance as she mo
