CHAPTER 75

Giselle’s POV

The room stank of rot and damp wood. Dust clung to every surface, the dim bulb above barely flickering. I sat chained to a rusted pipe, wrists sore, blouse torn from an earlier scuffle. My body ached. But I’d rather rot here than beg Alpha Blake for mercy.

He dragged a chair across th...

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