Jane
“This is hopeless,” I whispered to myself, falling back against the silk pillows in exhaustion.
For the past hour, I had been struggling to free myself from the thick ropes binding my wrists to the bedposts.
My skin was raw and bleeding from pulling against them, but they hadn’t loosened even a little bit. The Alpha King had made sure I wouldn’t escape easily.
He could return at any moment, and if he found me still here—still helpless—I might never get another chance to run.
The shame was eating me alive from the inside. Vishal had been everything a mate should be—loving, gentle, protective. He would have died before letting anyone hurt me.
And here I was, trapped in another man’s bed, my body used against my will. Even though I hadn’t chosen this, even though I’d fought against
