Chapter 233: Chains and Confessions
Natalie~
The dungeon welcomed us like a rotting mouth—cold, damp, and stinking of mildew, rust, and something older, fouler, that clung to the stone walls like a curse. The torches flickered as if they too feared the silence, drawing long shadows that danced across the iron bars.
Griffin stood at my side, wide-eyed and trembling slightly—not from fear, but shock. His eyes swept the cell before us, lips parting.
"Oh... goddess," he whispered.
Inside the cell, slumped and defeated in heavy chains that clinked with every movement, was Alpha Darius—his uncle, the same monster who once destroyed my life. His once proud posture was now stooped, his hair disheveled, and his clothes caked in grime. But he still had that damn arrogance in his eyes.
And beside him, curled like a coward against the far wall, was Timothy.
My teeth clenched.
Timothy.
I hadn’t laid eyes on that disgusting bastard in years, but the moment I laid eyes on him, my body betrayed me—flinching, tensing, remembering every awful detail like it had been burned into my skin.
I remembered how his hands used to grip my ass—rough and shameless—like I was some sort of game he had every right to play. He’d do it out in the open, in the middle of the damn dining hall, sometimes when no one was looking—and worse—sometimes when everyone was.
That smug, twisted grin he wore when he got too close, like he thrived on pushing boundaries and watching people pretend not to see. The way his voice would slither into my ear, low and filthy, like a secret no one wanted to acknowledge.