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Chapter 2 Chained

Word Count: 1508    |    Released on: 03/05/2024

f stone beneath her bare back. Then came the throbbing ache in her head, a dull drumbeat that echoed

ir was thick with the scent of ancient earth, mingled with the faint, lingering musk of werewolf. A single, small window

ere bound, thick iron manacles clamped tight, chaining her to the stone wall behind her. The cold seeped through the rough fabric of her

blinding flash, the searing pain, and Waldemar's golden eyes, wid

ne's breath hitched. She gripped the manacles, straining against them, but they held fast. The scent

into the cell, his presence immediately dominating the confined space. He was dressed now, in dark, practical pants and a form-fitting tunic that still showcased the formidable power of his physique. His

t, then moved towards her with slow, deliberate steps, each one echoing ominously

hadow. He didn't touch her, but the air between them crackled with

ly rumble that sent shivers down her spine. It wasn'

managed, her voice rough, a dr

ened. Your magic." He reached out, not to touch her, but to tap the stone wall just beside her

uinely confused. She hadn't willingly unleashed a

But it happened. And now... you are here. In my territory. In my dungeons." His eyes na

esh wave of cold fear

y. "Even about a witch who leaves a trail of... incidents in her wake." H

the confined space, a primal, musky allure that fought against her fear. "My Beta, Adler, wan

its defiance despite the precariousness of her situation.

her lips. "Are you so sure, little witch? My wolf recognized you. When he recognizes it, he claims." His thumb, rough and

t something. A dizzying, undeniable surge. But she refu

He inspires obedience. Or submission." His eyes dropped to her lips, and the air thicke

rough-hewn table in the corner of the cell. He picked up a flickering

Pack has a long, bloody history with your kind. We have strict rules. No magic. No interferen

ing herself to meet his gaze, projecting a stren

uch... potential?" He lowered the lantern, his gaze sweeping over her body in a possessiv

t clinking of his heavy boots on the stone floor was the only so

e of the full moon. A very specific, very sacred night for my pack. A night of rituals." He stopped dire

t. Something forbidden." He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear, sending shivers t

ice. "What are you talking about?"

is land, with the ritual we were performing. It bound you to me. Body. Soul. And every primal instinct." He stepped back into her line of s

absolute, irrefutable. "Your body screams

frantically. "No! That'

wo sides of the same coin, witch. And your body doesn't lie." He watched her intently, almost

ut her chains held her fast. His fingers, warm and rough, brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind he

ense, piercing. "That relentless pull. That prima

ack towards the cell door. Selene watched him, every

ider this your new home, Selene Ravencourt," he said, his voice dr

is molten eyes met hers through the narrow gap, and he uttered one final, chilling

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