Maximus

The night was almost over when I gave the order.

“Chain him,” I said.

Xander lay broken on the floor, breath coming in shallow gasps, eyes glassy but still burning with that same defiance. He had survived the fight, barely. Mercy, I decided, was a rarer kind of punishment.

Dominic’s words still echoed somewhere in the back of my mind. He’s yours.

And he was. In every miserable sense of it.

Two of my wolves dragged Xander to his knees. He ...