Caged by the Alpha's obsession
He wore only shorts and a t-shirt that clung to him, showing every line of muscle beneath.
My eyes, however, didn’t stop on him first.
They went to Clara.
She was on the floor beside the throne, gagged, her wrists and ankles bound with thick rope. Her eyes were wide, wet with tears. She looked like an animal caught in a trap.
I stepped forward without thinking, but Ryder’s grip on my arm tightened. “Not so fast.”
Clara lifted her head, and when her gaze found me, she began to cry harder. She mumbled through the gag, words I couldn’t understand. I could only feel the panic in them.
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