Chapter 8: Heated Denials

• Rhys’s P.O.V:
• I wasn't going to die after all. That was my first thought as I heard the hinges of the dungeon gate creak open.
• It felt like I had been without food and water for about a century and the Goddamned bullet in my shoulder was finally going to be poisoning my blood for good and that would be the end of me. So when I finally heard noises from the doorway of the dungeon, I was ready to get the hell out of this place once and for all. I was even ready to fucking leave this pack alone and just return home only if it weren’t for the silver haired Alpha, my mate.