Chapter 50 Go Out With Him

• The softness of the Alpha’s silk sheets was a sickening contrast to the ice that had nearly claimed her life. Elara lay motionless, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, replaying the horror of the dungeon and the confusing terror of the last two nights.
• “Nina is alive.” That single thought, a fragile ember of hope, was the only thing keeping the crushing coldness of hatred from engulfing her soul entirely. Lyra had dragged Nina in front of her like a trophy, a harsh confirmation that her enemy was not just cruel, but calculated.
• She had stabbed the Alpha. Repeatedly. And he had responded by cleaning her hands and speaking words of chilling possession: