Jane

“This is hopeless,” I whispered to myself, falling back against the silk pillows in exhaustion.

For the past hour, I had been struggling to free myself from the thick ropes binding my wrists to the bedposts.

My skin was raw and bleeding from pulling against them, but they hadn’t loosened even a little bit. The Alpha King had made sure I wouldn’t escape easily.

He could return at any moment, and if he found me still here—still helpless—I might never get another chance to ...