Chapter 11
Kali
“W–We didn’t know she was your mate, Alpha,” a warrior stammers from above, his voice shaking. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had pissed his pants. “It was Commander Gideon’s order-”
Alpha? As in Alpha Jack?
Another growl rumbles through the air, shaking the very ground beneath me. This one is even more feral. “How dare he? I don’t give a damn if he’s my cousin. No one disobeys me. I’ll make an example out of him. Go get him.”
The sound of hurried footsteps scrambling away fills the air. Darkness presses in around me, heavy and suffocating, the kind that makes you feel like you’re drowning with your eyes wide open.
Then, a voice–deep, authoritative, laced with something dangerously soft–calls down to me.
“Mate, are you hurt?”
The way he says it–as if he would burn the world down for me, like I’m something fragile, something precious–makes my heart stutter. He sounds so… different. So unlike Travis.
Maybe the Moon Goddess didn’t make a mistake this time.
For a second, the thought of having a second–chance mate isn’t as horrifying as I once believed.
“I’ll get you out of there. Now.”
I strain my eyes, but I can’t see his face. He’s too high up. But just his voice alone is enough to make my heart race. My wolf whimpers in longing, pushing against me, wanting to be near him.
“Take my hand, mate.”
The moment he says it, my body tenses. No. No physical interaction.If I touch him, the bond will snap into place, and rejecting him will be even harder if he turns out to be a monster. I won’t make such a dangerous mistake.
“No.” I force coldness into my voice. “Get me a rope. I’ll climb out myself–and I’ll bring this man with me.”
Silence. A thick, heavy silence that makes my skin prickle. I swallow hard, wondering if he even heard me. I open my mouth to repeat myself when-
A low, menacing growl shakes the pit. “Take. My. Hand.”
I stiffen at the possessiveness in his tone. Arrogant. Commanding. He’s not just anyone–he’s definitely an Alpha. My blood runs cold.
Could it really be… Alpha Jack? The ruthless leader of the Blood Fang Pack?
No. No, the Moon Goddess wouldn’t be that cruel.
I shove the thought away, gritting my teeth. “Unless you get me a rope so I can get both of us out, I’m not coming up.” I hesitate, glancing at the man beside me. He’s barely breathing. Why do I even care? Maybe because I know what it feels like–to be abandoned, to rot away while everyone watches.
I refuse to let that happen to him.
“He’s dying,” I say softly, desperation seeping into my voice. “He won’t last long down here. You can’t just leave him–”
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