Claiming the Last Alpha She-Wolf

NB: There was an edit to last Chapter

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Chapter 4

~Rhiannon’s POV~

The first thing I felt was the throbbing in my head, a dull, persistent ache that seemed to match my heartbeat.

The second was the ache in my wrists, the heavy pull of cold iron biting into my skin, a constant reminder of my captivity.

I stirred slowly, blinking into the dim light filtering through the ceiling. My mouth tasted like dust and blood, a grim souvenir of my struggle.

My body hurt in ways I couldn’t name—deep aches from being manhandled, shallow cuts from the chains, bruises blooming on top of bruises.

For a wild moment, a fleeting sense of disorientation where I couldn’t place myself. Then it all slammed back—the auction.

The five wolves.

The chains.

And now, this room.