Chapter 24 Belong To What She Fears

• The room was dark; the only thing audible was Elara’s heavy breathing, sharp and shallow against the oppressive silence. She was trapped, held fast against a brute force that radiated sheer, unbridled danger. The way he held her, the heat from his bare chest searing through the thin fabric of her dress, she feared not just for her life but for the life she carried.
• ​“L-let me go,” a whisper escaped her chapped lips, a fragile, desperate plea that felt less like defiance and more like a spark dropped onto dry tinder. The sound seemed to add more fire because Alpha Fenris was doing everything possible not to keep control…he was leaning into the terrifying edge of it.
• ​He hauled her in even closer, crushing her hips against his hard, unyielding abdomen, eliminating every single fraction of distance between them. Elara gasped, a sharp, choked sound. This was a physical threat, primal and absolute. How was she going to escape this cage of muscle and fear?