When Elara opened her eyes, a wave of confusion washed over her. Her head aching and her senses disoriented, she found herself in a small, white-painted room. Nearby sat a chair, a dresser filled with women's belongings, and a door leading to the bathroom. Another door, presumably an exit, caught her attention. On the bedside table, a water glass sat untouched. "Where am I?" she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. As memories flooded back, tears welled in her eyes. The panic began to rise within her as she realized the gravity of her situation. This couldn’t be happening, they could demand anything as a ransom to give Elara back. “Who was he? He was my mate. But why did he kidnap me? What can be their motive? What is this place?” Hundreds of questions surfaced in her brain, but she didn’t have an answer to any of these… Elara sat on the bed. Elara's heart raced as she heard the door creak open. Panic surged through her veins, urging her to flee. With a quickened pulse,
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