Back and Better book novel Chapter 36

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 door opens with a rusty creak, and the lights in the room flip on. It looks the same in the light as I made out in the darkness-a cell. But that doesn’t give much indication as to my geographical location.

I tense even further as a man steps into the room. He looks to be just under six feet tall, with short hair, a five-o-clock shadow, and absolutely jacked physique. He has a square jaw, and irises so dark they almost look black. He looks to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties. He’s wearing a three piece suit with an expensive-looking watch wrapped around his wrist.

The haze from the drugs clears up even more at the additional adrenaline from added danger, and I’m able to tap into the bond and check on my mates.

They’re not in any physical pain, but all three of them are panicking. That could mean that they’re safe away from here and only I was captured, or it could mean they’re also chained to a wall somewhere. I don’t pick up any of their scents in the air, so if they’re prisoners they aren’t nearby.

“Amira Warner,” he says in a gruff voice, walking over to me.

I refuse to show fear even as my terror increases, instead schooling my features and giving him a cold look.” Yeah?”

His chapped lips twitch slightly as he takes me in, dragging an uncomfortable gaze down my body that reminds me I’m still in my dress last night. A dress that shows ample legs and cleavage, especially sitting down.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Aaron Kroll.”

S**t. Aaron Kroll is an Alpha of a neighboring pack, and known for starting wars just for the hell of it. Still, I don’t allow him to see my recognition. The way I see it is either I’m going to be killed or kept prisoner, and my best bet is to stall and hope my mates show up.

I hate being in such a damsel-in-distress position, but 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 intuition being wrong.