Jane

The Alpha King’s warriors dragged me toward his black car, and I stumbled as they shoved me inside. Through the window, I could see Vishal still on the ground, three warriors holding him down while he screamed my name.

Blood trickled from his nose, and his shirt was torn from their rough handling.

“Jane! Don’t go with him!” he yelled, his voice breaking with desperation. “I’ll find a way to—”

The car door slammed shut, cutting off his words. My heart shattered as we drove ...