The Alpha King’s bride
“I’d rather die than go back to you.”
“Oh, you will, little mate. You will come back. You’ll crawl. And when you do, I’ll be waiting.”
I pulled at the ropes again, desperate, my wrists raw. “Arnold will kill you,” I said again, “He will find me. He will.”
Tamlin leaned forward until his face was inches from mine. I could smell his breath, warm and sour. “No one is coming for you,” he whispered. “Not Arnold. This is your life now. You should have accepted it before.”