Escaping From My Ruthless Alpha
Then, slowly, she closed her eyes.
The cave seemed to hold its breath as Xoria stood still, her face tense with concentration. The glow of the Amethysts lining the walls dimmed slightly, as if the entire space were waiting for her next move.
Seconds stretched into a minute, each tick of time pressing heavily on my chest. I watched her, silently willing her to believe, to try.
Then it happened.
The chains binding her began to glow, faintly at first, then brighter, a pulsating light like cracks spreading through glass. The fractures grew, webbing across the length of the chains until, with a resounding shatter, they exploded into a cascade of glittering Amethyst fragments.
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