“Wake up.” A hand stroked my cheek and brushed the hair from my eyes. For a brief second, I thought it was Kyle coming to wake me, but the agonising Reality came crushing through. A light candle burned in the corner. I was still in this wretched place, and the hand upon my face was one I promised myself I would never let touch me again. Of course, this vile creature would make sure his face was the first one I was able to see. How dare he think he has a right to any part of me anymore.
“Get your filthy hands off me.” I snarl. How could Declan go this far? I knew it was him. Why couldn’t he just be happy with Samantha and his Alpha duties?
“You smell different.” He glared at my mark with such hatred. “I miss your old scent. The one you had before that bastard pup your carrying.”
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