-Angela-
I was still chained to that stupid chair, or at least to the floor. Cross had left two males behind to watch me, circling me like sharks, ready to pounce at the slightest signal from their alpha. It made it impossible to concentrate on escaping.
I was trapped in a cycle of fear, turning my head back and forth to keep my eyes on the imposing figures that could do anything they wanted to me. I would lose a fight against them, and with my hands chained, there wouldn’t even be a fight.
My body shook, unsure whether it was from the cold or fear, but the chains rattled in sync with my trembling. I sat there, waiting, listening, dreading the moment Cross would come through that door with my mates—dead.
I knew Elijah and Hunter were strong—so very strong—but I was the one on the lin
