Chapter 178
Chapter 178
“Stop, I choked out between sobs.
I pressed my hands over my ears but the chains made it impossible to block out his voice completely.
And in the end, she just … stopped breathing. It took almost two hours. Two long hours of suffering and she never stopped hoping someone would come for
her.
I dropped forward as much as the chains would allow, sobbing so hard my chest felt like it would cave in. I could see it all now, Jess dying because of me. Because I existed. Because I’d loved Tristan and somehow that made her expendable. Because I’d loved Daxon.
It was all my fault. Every single thing was my fault.
I slammed my fists into the concrete floor, ignoring the pain that shot up my arms. I screamed and cried and screamed again until my throat was raw and I
couldn’t breathe properly.
The grief was overwhelming, crushing. But underneath it, something else was building. Something hot and violent and hungry.
And then I felt it.
Something in me cracked open – pain, rage, grief all mixing into something else entirely. Something that burned through my veins like liquid fire.
When I lifted my head, my vision had changed. Everything looked different, sharper somehow. The dim basement was brighter, colors more vivid. I could see dust motes floating in the air, could hear Daxon’s heartbeat, steady and calm.
My vision was glowing. Literally glowing. I saw the gold light reflected faintly in the chain at my wrist, in the concrete walls around me.
Daxon tilted his head, watching me with what looked like genuine curiosity rather than fear.
‘ Well, well, he murmured. “Maybe there’s still a little wolf in you after all p>
I was about crossing the line I promised my parents I wouldn’t ever cross.
I don’t know what I’d become but I didn’t care anymore.
I glared at him through my glowing eyes and for the first time since he’d chained me down here, I saw something other than cruel satisfaction on his face.
He looked almost… pleased.
Like this was what he’d been waiting for all along.
“ You wanted this, I realized, my voice coming out different than before. Rougher. “You wanted me to break p>
‘Breaking was just the first step,‘ he said, standing slowly. “What comes after is much more interesting p>
The glow in my vision pulsed, responding to my anger. I could feel power thrumming under my skin, power I hadn’t felt ever.
It should have been comforting but instead it terrified me. Because I didn’t what I was capable of when the wolf took over. I didn’t know how much damage
would be done.
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Chapter 178
“ And I haven’t even told you the worst part yet,” he said lightly.
The words hit me like ice water. Worse than this? Worse than learning that an innocent woman had died because of me? That she’d suffered for hours?
I froze, breath catching in my throat.
“There’s something else,” he said, walking toward the stairs with deliberate slowness. His shadow stretched across me, long and dark.
“Something that will shatter you more than this ever could. Something I’ve been saving for just the right moment p>
I don’t think anything would break me more than this.
Someone had lost her life because my psychopath of a mate felt threatened.
But somewhere under the grief, under the pain and horror and guilt, something new was burning.
Something that wanted blood.
Seraphine had betrayed Jess. Had murdered her as surely as if she’d used a knife instead of whatever poison she’d slipped into that tea. Had smiled while
doing it.
And Daxon had watched. Had let it happen. Had told a dying woman it was my fault.
The glow in my eyes pulsed brighter and I felt my fingernails elongating into claws. The wolf was waking up fully now, stirring after years of forced sleep.
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I was going to kill her. I was going to kill Seraphine for what she’d done to Jess.
And then I was going to kill Daxon too.
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The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.