Chapter 85: The Garden of Chains

Liam hung limply from the chains, his body battered, broken, and drained of everything but anger.

His breath came in slow, ragged pulls, the weight of his injuries pressing down on him. The burning in his limbs, the sharp ache in his ribs, the sting of fresh wounds—all of it blurred into a single, dull throb.

Faye had left him there, promising more pain.

He gritted his teeth, forcing his eyes shut.

He had always thought there was a limit to how much pain a person could endure.

He was wrong.

The scars on his body weren't just marks of torture. They were proof of how low he had fallen.

The Alpha of Blackthorn.

The last of his pack.

Now nothing more than a broken prisoner, left at the mercy of a woman who still clung to the past.

This isn't where my story ends.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, something shifted.