**TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains sexual assault and/or violence, and suicidal thoughts that may be triggering to survivors.**
Dream
Adea
Two large chains slid up and around my ankles. I was pushed back until I was laying flat and my legs dangled over the edge of the table. Cold heavy chains slid up the metallic legs of the table and wrapped around my wrists. I didn’t cry out as they seared the skin around my wrist.
I couldn’t move as I was chained down to the table. The door we’d walked through flew open and all of the air was expelled from my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. Alpha stood in the doorway like the deliverer of death.
This couldn’t happen like this. Not in front of my mate. As soon as his gaze locked on me, his eyes darkened as he made his way down the stairs. His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath and I knew he’d been running.
