Chapter 3 – Caged
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Rhea thrashed.
Every instinct in her body screamed fight, fight, fight.
But it didn’t matter.
The Alpha had her trapped, his body pressed against hers, his grip unyielding. His dark eyes burned with heat, his breath warm against her throat. Too close. Too strong. Too much.
Her wolf snarled.
Not in fear.
In recognition.
No. No, no, no.
She bucked against him, her knee aiming for his gut, but he shifted at the last second, catching her thigh and pressing it higher against his hip. The motion sent a sharp, shocking pulse of heat through her body.
Rhea gasped, eyes going wide.
The Alpha grinned.
“You feel it, don’t you?” His voice was rough, edged with something primal.
Rhea hated how deep that voice reached inside her.
She bared her teeth. “Let. Me. Go.”
“Not a chance, rogue.”
A slow clap echoed from the vampire, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. “She’s feisty.”
The Lycan King stepped closer, his golden gaze dark with something unreadable. “She’s ours.”
The word sent a chill through her.
Ours.
Like she was some thing to be claimed.
Rhea’s breath came in ragged bursts. She needed to think. Fast.
She flicked her gaze between them—three apex predators, each radiating raw power, each looking at her like she was the best damn thing they’d ever scented.
And she hated it.
Hated the way her body responded.
Hated the way her wolf wanted them.
No.
She was not built for this.
She had to get out.
So she did the one thing they wouldn’t expect.
She relaxed.
Her body went limp, her gaze dropping, her breathing slowing.
The Alpha frowned, his grip shifting slightly. “What the—”
She struck.
A vicious twist, a sharp elbow to his ribs, a sudden burst of speed—
And she was free.
Rhea sprinted, her boots slamming against the floor, her heart pounding as she dodged through the mansion.
She didn’t look back.
She couldn’t.
The exit was close. So close.
Then—
A wall of heat.
One second she was running.
The next, she was caught midair, her back slamming against a hard, broad chest.
The Lycan.
His arms wrapped around her, locking her in place.
Rhea screamed in frustration, clawing at his grip. But he didn’t even flinch.
His voice was a low rumble in her ear.
“You’re strong, little wolf.” His breath ghosted against her skin. “But not stronger than me.”
Rhea shook.
With fury.
With fear.
With something she refused to name.
The Alpha stalked forward, his dark gaze sharp with irritation. “You bit me.”
The vampire smirked. “You deserved it.”
The Alpha ignored him, his focus solely on Rhea. “You’re a wild little thing, aren’t you?”
Rhea snarled, but her breath hitched when the Lycan King stepped closer.
He studied her in silence, his golden eyes glowing.
Then he reached out, his fingers brushing her cheek.
Her body reacted violently—not in pain, but in something dangerously close to need.
The mate bond slammed into her, a brutal, suffocating thing that made her gasp.
His eyes flashed.
“There it is,” he murmured.
Rhea wanted to tear him apart.
Instead, she did the only thing left to do.
She spat at his feet.
The room went still.
A low, dangerous growl rumbled from the Alpha’s chest.
The vampire chuckled. “Oh, I like her.”
The Lycan King exhaled, his expression unreadable.
Then he spoke, voice dark and final.
“Lock her in the guest room.”
Rhea’s stomach dropped.
No.
No, no, no.
The Alpha grinned. “With pleasure.”
And just like that, her fate was sealed.
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