Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 123

Aurora’s POV

The first thing I feel is the cold.

It doesn’t just touch me it seeps in, like fingers slipping beneath my skin, threading into bone.

My arms ache, my chest is tight, and for a moment wonder if I’m even breathing at all. The second

–

thing is the sound faint, metallic, groaning every time I shift.

Then comes the bite.

Iron cuffs grind into my wrists when I jerk, too tight, too unrelenting, their edges slicing skin

that’s already raw.

I jolt upright, breath ragged, only to find I can’t move more than a few inches. The rattle of chains fills the silence, louder than my heartbeat, louder than the scream building in my throat.

Chains.

They dig in deeper when I pull against them. My shoulders strain. I can’t get free. I can’t-“No… no,

no, no.

“My voice cracks, fragile and childlike.My heartbeat is in my ears, pounding like a war drum.

The betrayal hits me like knives. That smile.Kira’s smile.Wrong.Like glass cracking beneath a painting I thought was whole.

“It wasn’t real,” I choke out, shaking my head so hard the room spins. “No. No, it wasn’t real. It

can’t–It can’t be.

“Pathetic. You thought she was your friend.

The voice slams into me, cruel and sharp, echoing inside my skull, returning to haunt my mind.

“Shut up!” I scream, voice raw and cracking. “Shut up! She–she was my friend-“A laugh slithers through the dark.

I freeze. My heart stops.

From the shadows, she steps forward, light spilling over her like it was waiting only for her.Kira.

Except not. Not the girl who held my hand when the cafeteria felt too loud, not the one who whispered jokes in class. This version is sharper. Carved out of cruelty. The smile on her lips is a weapon, her voice when it comes–thicker, foreign dipped in venom.

“It is real.

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“She spreads her arms slightly, tilting her head I she’s amused at my terror. My throat dries up. Words scrape out, broken.

“Y–you–you lied to me.

“Her smirk deepens, wicked and ugly.

“Of course I lied. It was easy. You wanted so badly to believe someone cared for you. All I had to do was smile in the right places, pretend to care. And you handed me your trust on a silver platter.

“Kira…”

My voice breaks as her name stumbles past my lips She tilts her head, smiling–but not the smile I

knew. This one is thin. Cruel.

“You still call me that?” Her words drip with the Russian accent now, clear and undeniable. “That

wasn’t my name. Not really.”

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