Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose novel Chapter 71

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**Healing Slowly But Surely By R. Joseph**

**The Kidnapping.**

**Leilani.**

My eyelids flew open, a rush of panic coursing through me as I took in my surroundings. This was not my room. I could tell instantly; my own space was a haven of upscale minimalism, while this place was cloaked in shadows and an unsettling gothic ambiance. The air was thick with an odor that screamed malevolence, wrapping around me like a suffocating shroud.

I found myself sprawled on an ornate queen-sized bed, draped in dark red sheets that seemed to absorb the light. The duvet looked as if it had weathered many storms, its fabric worn and faded. The silk curtains hung languidly from the corners of the bed, giving the entire scene a regal yet sinister flair reminiscent of some long-forgotten 1900s era.

With a surge of adrenaline, I bolted upright, my heart racing as I scanned the room for any sign of familiarity or hope. But a sudden, jarring pressure around my wrists and ankles made me gasp in horror. Cold, heavy metal cuffs encircled my limbs, a cruel reminder of my captivity.

My breath quickened as I realized the full extent of my predicament. This place felt like a shrine to something dark and twisted, a setting for a bondage ritual that sent a chill racing down my spine. My heart plummeted into the pit of my stomach, and tears began to spill from my eyes, flowing like a relentless fountain.

“Help!” I cried out, my voice trembling and raw. Each second spent chained to this bed felt like an eternity, and my body shook violently with fear. “Somebody help me!” I called again, desperation creeping into my tone. But the silence that followed only deepened my dread, and I felt the icy fingers of panic wrap around my heart.

In that moment, I knew I should be praying. A normal werewolf would instinctively call upon the moon goddess for protection. But how could I? She had watched me suffer through years of torment without so much as a whisper of comfort. The thought of invoking her name felt like a betrayal of my own pain.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the darkness, and my head whipped around in alarm. The door creaked open, revealing a figure that sent a jolt of recognition through me.

“Caelum?” My voice came out hoarse, strained from both fear and dehydration. I was taken aback, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. Caelum was the triplet I feared the most; he had always been under Chalice’s spell, willing to do anything to keep her happy—even if it meant kidnapping me.

“Caelum, what is this? You have to let me go… please!” I pleaded, my heart racing.

“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted, Leilani?” he replied, his tone deceptively soft. But there was a manic glint in his eyes, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. He stood there, clad in low-rise trousers that accentuated his toned physique, his chest exposed and adorned with tattoos that I couldn’t quite make out from my position.

“No! This isn’t what I wanted!” I shook my head vigorously, desperation clawing at my throat.

“Didn’t you kiss Frostclaw last night to make us jealous? To provoke a reaction? Well, here we are!” His voice dripped with mockery, and I felt a surge of anger mixed with fear.

“Let me go!” I shouted through gritted teeth, but my defiance only seemed to amuse him. He laughed, the sound echoing ominously in the dimly lit room.

“Oh no, little kitten, we’re just getting started. You’ve hurt Chalice deeply, and now it’s your turn to feel pain. We’ll break you, ruin you… until you’re nothing but a shell of your former self,” he sneered. “And the only names you’ll utter will be ours!”

My pulse raced as I heard other voices joining his, and my eyes darted around the room. Zevran and Kael leaned against opposite walls, equally half-clothed and wearing expressions that mirrored Caelum’s twisted delight. They bore matching tattoos, their bodies a testament to their shared madness.