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“The pack is nervous.She got eight of us killed,” Kyrio says gently.
I swallow guiltily.“I’ll figure it out.For now, I only want you and Tara near her, the others need to stay away.At least for now.For Emery’s safety,” I tell him, and he nods before leaving me alone with my mate.
Chapter 21
The room is filled with a soft, muted light, and my eyesflutter open to an unsettling silence.As consciousness seeps in, a sharp pain radiates from my neck.I raise my hand to touch the tender spot and hiss at the discomfort.The events that led to this moment swirl in my mind; Dion, the forest, the chase… everything is hauntingly replaying in my mind.
My entire body aches as I try to sit up, and that’s when I feel it—a cold, metallic grasp around my ankle.Panic surges as my eyes dart down to a chain.I’m chained to the bed.I pull at it, the sound of metal clinking fills the silent room, echoing loudly along with my breath as panic courses through me.He knows I hate confinement, the dungeons almost sent me mad.Still, I’m his prisoner, he got what he wanted, he marked me.
“Don’t.”Dion’s voice cuts through my panicked motions.I jump startled, not even registering him in the room.My eyes find him instantly.He’s by the mirror, getting dressed in a suit that does nothing to hide the predatory grace in his movements.“You’ll only hurt yourself.”His eyes meet mine in the mirror, but he doesn’t turn around; he fixes his button and cuff links.
My heart is pounding, a mix of terror and rage filling myveins.I yank at the chain again, desperate to free myself from this prison he’s created.
“What the hell is this?”My voice is a blend of fury and fear as I gestured wildly to the metal links that bound me to his bed.“You’ve chained me to the bed?”
Dion’s expression remains unreadable as he looks at me.“It’s for your own good, Emery.”
“My own good?”I scoff in disbelief.“You have me locked up like an animal!”Each word drips with venom as I spit them at him.
Dion steps closer, each step a calculated dance of power and control.His eyes flash with something dark as he stands over me menacingly.“You brought this on yourself,” he said coldly.
“Everything you need is in this room.The chain is long enough for you to use the bathroom and shower.”
“And what if I want more than this room?”The desperation and confinement are closing in; walls of imprisonment, walls that offer nothing but silence.
His eyes darken; a storm of emotions I can’t decipher.Dion tries to kiss me.Revulsion and anger intertwine, and I pull away sharply, my breaths coming in ragged gulps.
His growl is a low, dangerous rumble in his chest.Swiftly, he grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze as his lips crush against mine; a show of dominance, of possession.
“Behave,” is his final word before he moves toward the door.
“Wait!Where are you going?”I demand, my voice laced with the blend of emotions threatening to consume me.
“To the funerals of the men you got killed!”he throws the words at me like they could physically inflict pain, and they do.Each syllable cuts deep, drawing blood and guilt from wounds I hadn’t known existed.
A tsunami of guilt crashes over me, drowning my protests.“I didn’t mean for anyone to die,” I whimper, the chains rattling with my trembling.“I just wanted my brother and grandmother to be safe.”
But the slamming door is his only response, leaving me in suffocating silence, a prisoner.Hours stretch into an eternity, and as the sun rises the room grows hotter.I try the windows, but I find he has nailed them shut.In the heat of the room, I continue to struggle against my restraints.I yank at the chain, desperately trying to find some kind of weakness in its sturdy steel.
Eventually, out of sheer desperation, I turn to the windows that line one wall once more.But when I try them, they don’t budge.
I sink to my knees in defeat and exhaustion, hot tears falling freely down my face as hopelessness seeps into my bones.How did I ever get myself into this situation?How can Dion be so cruel?
The room is a furnace, a suffocating mix of heat and silence, the unreachable air conditioner remote teases me as it sits on the wall by the bedroom door.Getting up, I move as close to it as the chain allows, stretching and contorting my limbs, fingers outstretched as I reach for it.I grasp nothing but air.I’m chained to the damn bed, and I’m not allowed near the door.Where does he think I’m gonna go with the chain?It’s not like I can drag the bed with me!
Giving up, I move toward the bathroom again.I’m sweating worse now since I took the Belladonna; the heat had seemed to intensify after it.Instantly regretting the pill, my stomach turning and nothing to wash the taste of it that lingers in the back of my throat.
I turn on the shower and step in to shower quickly.
When I’m finished, I wrap a towel around my body before brushing out my hair andstaring at my reflection in the mirror.My face is pale and drawn; exhaustion showing in every line on my face.
Cupping my hands under the water in the sink, I drink from the tap.I’m caught mid-sip in the bathroom sink, my desperate attempts for a drink after finding the fridge hidden in the wall empty.His voice, tinged with a mix of relief and irritation, startles me.
“Emery, what are you doing?”
“I’m thirsty!”I snap, my voice raspy from the burning belladonna I took earlier and the dryness of my throat in this furnace of a room.“You left me with nothing to drink.”
“Crap!Sorry, I forgot.I will get you some drinks, and bring your dinner up,” he apologizes, but I ignore him the moment he tells me he’ll bring it to me.In other words, I still cannot leave.I retreat to the bed, since it is the only place I am allowed, apparently, while Dion quits his apologies and heads for the door.I hear the soft click but don’t bother checking the door since I can’t reach it even if I wanted to.
