Chapter 82:

Alpha Damon,

The moment Selene walked into the dungeon prison-like building where I was being held, I could sense her. From her intoxicating scent and her aura, I undoubtedly knew she had come to my rescue even though I had asked her to stay home and wait for my return with our son.

I clenched my fists weakly, my eyes burning with frustration as I stared through the cold, iron bars of my prison cell. The familiar scent of dampness and despair clung to the air, a constant reminder of the dire situation Selene joined.

"Women and their impatience," I grunted as I paid attention to their light-quickened footsteps as they walked.

Fuck, Selene. Why did you have to come to me? I huffed and puffed even though my body was sluggish from the spell that surrounded me.

What was she thinking walking into Elder Leon's trap? I took short breaths while I made an effort to keep my head up even though it felt like I was holding up the heaviest brick I had ever carried on my neck...

Oh goddess, please