CHAPTER 22

Nivaan’s POV

“Fuck him!” I slurred as I tried to keep my eyes open. Norton did have a flair for torturing. He kept at it for a very long time; almost reaching the same level as Ariana.

Letting out a pained cough, I closed my eyes. I focused on my breathing; inhaling and exhaling evenly. Once I reached a trance-like state, I let my wolf’s power infuse me with new strength. I even managed to heal some of the injuries.

This was a little trick I learned when Ariana had me. She would leave me worn and battered at the end of the day. At night, I would use the power of my wolf to heal myself. That is how I survived for that long in her captivity.

“Did he beg yet?” the woman’s voice sounded as she walked inside. My muscles became stiff and I cracked open my eyes halfway.

Norton, who had dozed off on a wooden box sat up with a start. Rubbing his eyes, he grumbled, “You might as well ask me to break a rock than break his will.”