Chapter 83: The Fallen Alpha 01

WARNING: THIS CONTAINS EXPLICIT VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL ACTIVITIES)

The cold iron dug into his wrists, the

silver-lined chains burning deep into his skin. His body—once strong, once feared—had been reduced to nothing more than a scarred, broken form. The months of torture under Faye had taken their toll, but Liam refused to break.

He wouldn't give her that satisfaction.

The chamber smelled of damp stone, dried blood, and something sickly sweet—the lingering scent of witchcraft. Candles flickered along the walls, their dim glow barely cutting through the shadows.

Faye's domain.

Liam hung suspended from the ceiling, his body bruised and beaten, his once-golden eyes dull but still burning with defiance. His fangs had been shattered, his claws dulled to stumps. The once-mighty Alpha of Blackthorn reduced to a caged beast.

And yet, Faye was the least of his problems.

Because she was still in his head.