All Chapters of Wolf Rachael : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Left alone in the room, it was dark already and my hands winched in the iron scuff which bites me.I tried to pull it off again but I knew they could have tied it more. I gave up, I was tired already, laying on the cold, hard floor, my cheek pressed against the cracked stone beside me, the chill seeping into my bones like an unwelcome guest. Every inch of my body screamed in agony from the brutal beating I had endured earlier from those men. I wished I had my powers, I wished I could reach but I knew the truth. It was the bitter truth that laid deep down my heart, I couldn't face them. My ribs feel bruised, if not broken, and each breath I inhale was a reminder that I was still alive—barely alive but I could survive this. The pain throbbed through my muscles, a rhythmic torment that pulsed with every heartbeat. My wrists were shackled behind my back with unforgiving metal cuffs which were stronger than the former one, the skin rubbed raw from hours of struggling. The iron burned ag

The walls of the room felt suffocating. All my body aches from the beatings I got from the guards, they beat me up mercilessly as ordered by Kelly. My eyes are swollen, my ribs, all hurting. My head also aches. The darkness pressed in around me, making it harder to breathe, harder to think. I could still hear the echoes of Kelly’s laughter in my mind—the cruel, taunting sound as she and her men left. The weight of it all, dug deep into my chest. My skin burned with anger, a fire I could never fully extinguish."How could she...?" I whispered to no one. "How could she do this to me? not even remembering for a second the friendship we had built"I slammed my fist into the ground, frustration rising in my throat. Every day it felt like I was drowning. My wolf—my wolf—was nothing more than a useless, broken part of me. Always hiding, always failing to protect me when I needed it most. It was supposed to be my strength. It was supposed to be my salvation. But it was always silent, always t

The meal sat untouched in front of me. Before I could dive into it with my mouth scalping the food from the bowel but today my mind still reels. The dream. My mother. And kelvin.My stomach churned with hunger, but I couldn’t shake the haunting images of the dream that still lingered in my mind. I wasn’t sure what had been worse—the overwhelming sense of helplessness, or the relentless fire that had consumed me and everyone I loved right before me. My wolf, the one I had fought so long to connect with, had failed me as always. It felt like I was drowning in guilt, unable to find air then.I leaned back against the cold stone wall, trying to push away the tremors in my hands, but they still shook from the vivid nightmares that had plagued me since I woke up by the tap of the kind guard who had brought me meals as always.The blood-soaked snow, the lifeless bodies of my pack, the burning flames that I couldn’t control. And then Mike... My mother in his arms. The look in his eyes had be

The sharp scuffle of boots against stone jerked me awake from the thin haze of restless sleep.My body tensed instinctively, muscles stiff from too many nights spent curled against the cold, unforgiving floor. I barely dared to breathe, my senses sharpening as I strained to catch every sound beyond my cell door.Something was wrong.The air itself had changed—thicker, charged with a tension so sharp it scraped against my skin like a blade.This wasn’t the usual shuffle of lazy guards passing by. This was urgent. Aggressive.Hunting.My heart twisted painfully in my chest. Not for myself—I had long grown numb to fear where my own safety was concerned—but for him.The guard who, against every instinct of survival, had risked everything to smuggle me food.I didn’t even know his name. Only that he had brown eyes that softened when they looked at me, rough hands that trembled slightly when they pressed a stale loaf of bread or a tin of water into mine. Only that, in a place designed

The days stretched endlessly in the suffocating darkness of the cold cell. Time felt suspended, an agonizing blur of hours that melted together, as though they had no beginning or end. The only thing that anchored me was the constant hunger, gnawing at my insides like a beast that wouldn’t be satisfied. Every growl of my stomach, every tightening of my throat, was a reminder of how far we had fallen—how powerless we had become. Rochelle’s cruelty seemed boundless, a constant force that loomed over us, relentless and unforgiving.She had ordered that both Elias and I be starved, using it as punishment. I hated the fact that we were both suffering, but I couldn’t help but notice how much worse Elias seemed to be.It wasn’t just the physical toll—the way his skin had grown paler, his cheeks sunken. It was in his eyes, too, the way they had dimmed. A strong, confident man now reduced to nothing more than a shell.I watched him struggle, trying to stay awake, his body shaking with the h