Asher’s grip on my hand was iron-tight, his pulse pounding through my skin like a warning. I wanted to pull away, to scream, to do anything but stay tethered to the man who erased my past and claimed me as his. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
Because beneath the rage and the alpha fury, there was something else—something fierce, raw, and unbearably real.
The door remained locked, but the security system was glitching. The old tech in this part of the facility was brittle, probably forgotten in the rush to replace it with newer, crueler toys.
I whispered, “We need to find a way out. Fast.”
He nodded, eyes scanning every shadow. “Follow me.”
We moved quickly, the click of my heels muffled by the concrete floor. The tension was suffocating, thick with unspoken threats and the memory of every
