Chapter 6 Mate Bond Torment

• Elara POV
• The air in his room was thick, suffocating. It smelled of power, a primal, untamed scent that made my stomach clench. I was dragged near the massive bed, feeling like a sacrificial lamb decked out for the slaughter.
• He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey. His eyes, usually a cold, calculating grey, were now alight with a frightening, possessive fire. He didn’t say a word, but the silence was louder than any shout. His gaze raked over me, and I felt utterly exposed, every inch of my skin crawling with fear and panic.