Semua Bab Cruel Fate: Chained To The Alpha : Bab 231 - Bab 240

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT DESCRIPTIONS OF RAPE, PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.Jaselyn's POV Horror washed over me, cold and paralyzing, as the full weight of his words sank in. The reality of what he intended to do hit me like a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs. I thrashed beneath him, every muscle straining as I fought to break free. “No! Get off me!” I screamed, my voice raw with desperation. In a frantic bid to escape, I managed to knee him hard in the groin.He let out a guttural sound of pain, his grip on my wrists faltering just enough for me to wrench myself free. Heart pounding, I bolted from the bed, every instinct screaming at me to run, to get away before it was too late. But I barely made it a step before I felt his hand tangle in my hair, yanking me back with a force that sent pain shooting through my scalp.I cried out as he dragged me back to the bed, throwing me down with such violence

Jaselyn's POV I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat, primal and raw, as my body was wracked with fresh pain. The noise was shrill and broken, a desperate wail that echoed off the walls and filled the room with a suffocating tension. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest as Zane shook me, his grip bruising my shoulders, jerking me back and forth like a rag doll. My head snapped back, my neck straining painfully, and my vision blurred with tears, making everything around me swim in a dizzying haze. It felt like my insides were being ripped apart, my body rebelling against the assault, every nerve on fire. My belly clenched violently, and a new wave of terror crashed over me. I could barely breathe, each gasp of air a jagged knife to my lungs. My limbs flailed weakly, trying to push him away, to make him stop, but I was too exhausted, too broken to fight back. I felt like I was drowning, suffocating under the weight of my own pain and fear, my hea

Rion's POV I was in shambles. Two days. Two agonizing days had passed since Jaselyn had disappeared without a trace. Two days since I last felt her presence in my life, like a light suddenly snuffed out. The emptiness in our bond was unbearable, a void that stretched endlessly inside me, making every breath feel like a stab in the dark. There was no more gentle warmth of her thoughts, no comforting whisper of her feelings brushing against mine. The connection that had once been our lifeline, a constant, unbreakable thread between us, was severed, cut clean by a force I couldn’t comprehend. It felt as if a piece of my soul had been torn away, leaving a gaping wound that throbbed with every heartbeat.I couldn’t make sense of it. Our bond wasn’t just faint or fading; it was mutilated, tampered with by someone with the power to rip it apart. Someone who had to be behind her disappearance. My mind kept circling

Rion's POV “All I care about is finding her,” I snapped, my voice cracking with exhaustion and desperation. My hands were shaking, my body barely holding it together. I felt like I was unraveling, piece by piece, my sanity fraying at the edges. I couldn’t let myself rest, not when she was out there somewhere, possibly hurt, possibly worse. The thought of her suffering alone was a knife twisting in my gut. “I can’t just sit around and do nothing while she’s out there. I need to be out there, looking for her. She needs me.”Rafayel’s eyes softened, and he stepped closer, his hand squeezing my shoulder. “I know, Alpha,” he said, his voice dropping to a soothing tone. “I know how much she means to you. But you can’t find her if you fall apart. You’re pushing yourself too hard, and it’s not helping anyone. Just rest for an hour. Please.”I stared at him, the fight draining

Jaselyn's POV Panic surged through me, my heart racing in my chest. I knew if I said no outright, he’d just take what he wanted, like he did before. My body and my unborn children wouldn’t be able to handle another brutal assault. I had to find a way to protect myself, to protect my babies. I forced myself to breathe, to stay calm. “Zane,” I began softly, my voice barely above a whisper, “the doctor said I shouldn’t undergo any stress at all, including physical stress. My body is still healing. I have a tear… down there. If we do it, it will hurt me a lot. I might start bleeding again, and it won’t be pleasant for you either.”I watched his face carefully, praying he would understand. I could see the wheels turning in his head, his expression shifting from desire to consideration. He didn’t release his grip on me, but I could feel his muscles relax slightly.After a moment, he let ou