Back and Better book

Chapter Thirty-six

Consciousness is slow to return to me. Before opening my eyes, I realize that I’m unable to move my arms and legs, which sends a rush of panicked adrenaline through my body. My eyelids are nearly crusted together, but I manage to open my eyes and try to take in my surroundings through blurred vision.

Darkness. My arms are chained to a wall and I’m seated on a cold floor, with complete darkness surrounding me. The smell of blood weighs heavily in the air, and the faint scent of cement lingers. I blink several times to clear my vision, and am able to focus more. ·

It’s a small room, the size of a prison cell. At the front is a reinforced steel door. Even if I managed to get out of these chains, I doubt I’ll get through that.

I keep my breaths deep, trying to calm down enough to remember how I got here.

Dinner with my mates. The glass shattering, the bullets… Did my men get hurt? Are they alive? Questions run through my head at a million miles per second, and my breathing quickens. There aren’t any injuries on my body, which bodes well for me, but there is a strong haze hanging over me that’s impairing my mental state.

In and out. Stay calm, cool, and collected. There’s no use panicking in this situation, that’ll just make things worse for me.

After a few minutes of steadying my racing heart, I glance up at the chains and examine them. They’re attached to the wall, and there doesn’t appear to be any hope of getting out of them. Tears spark in my eyes as the beautiful faces of my mates flash in my mind.

The bond! I still feel the bond with all three of them, which means they aren’t dead. They may, however, be seriously wounded. With the woozy feeling still lingering, it’s easy to deduce that I was drugged at some point between the bullets and now so I can’t tap into the bond strongly enough to feel if any of them are in pain-but knowing they’re alive has to be enough for now.

I test the chains again, pulling with all of my might, and letting out a groan of frustration when they just don’t budge.

I freeze in my ministrations when I make out the echo of footsteps behind the door, straightening my spine and tilting my chin up in attempts to conceal the terror coursing through me.

the light as I made out in the darkness-a cell. But that doesn’t give

and absolutely jacked physique. He has a square jaw, and irises so dark they almost look black. He looks

even more at the additional adrenaline from added danger, and I’m able to tap into

captured, or it could mean

a gruff

show fear even as my terror increases, instead

down my body that reminds me I’m still in

to introduce myself.

don’t allow him to see my recognition. The way I see it is either I’m going to be killed or

really, what choice do I have? “And I’m bored. Can I go now?” I say, feigning nonchalance. thing to do. And I’m yet to experience my

I hear three voices shouting frantically in my head.

Erebus’s voice also sounds. I’m losing my fo. **g mind, baby.

woke up. I’m in a cement cell somewhere chained to a wall. Aaron f*****g Kroll is my captor, and is looking at me with serious malicious intent I

fast for me to discern what’s being said. One at a time, please, you’re giving me a headache, I mind-link back, and the

eating and talking at that restaurant, and then bullets started shooting. That’s

The bullets were tranquilizers. We all got hit, and when we

Kroll questions, giving me a pitying smile. “The tranquilizers

might have subdued a lesser wolf, but I’m an Alpha and white wolf. My mates are all Alpha’s. Kroll’s too arrogant to realize the tranquilizers won’t

and shrug my shoulders. “Well, you’ve got me

behavior, but doesn’t act on my taunts. Yet.