Alpha's Caged Mate

extreme sense of panic and dread that had plagued her for most of the sightless

she’d figured out how to cage the fighter she’d been born to be and cow herself in effort to not draw unwanted attention. She didn’

ia was st

ver-present distraction. She didn’t know what exactly had been done to her to sever their bond, in fact that entire cursed night

ly profound than any she’d experienced during her time in the dungeon or before. It went beyond physical pain, manifesting in ways Ava simply didn’t hav

ide the sentient female. They shared a body and a fate, but both functioned independently of one another, Ava had full r

fierce strategist, as well as an asset to the Pack both in and out of human form. For Ava, Mia heightened her humanity, giving her increased reflexes, senses, and strength. Mia gave Ava a canine’s sixth sense of primal instinct and established the preternat

a’s latent consciousness in the three days since Layla died. Currently sitting shackled and hooded in the back of a van going the

of the vehicle. Silently, she tries to gain her bearings, straining to hone her senses, looking for any clue as to where they’ve been taken. W

ling to risk getting hit in order to suss out

l find out soon enou

itch,’ which is what they usually reserved especially for her. And when a hand grasped her a

knew by the lack of vitriol in the way that

onfirmed when her esc

the past three years, but she didn’t know these people or what they were planning to do with her and the other females. Ava watched true crime religiously.

entually, the cool night air falls away to the artificial bite of central air condit

u’d find on the radio or in a night club, but a more curated international sound better suited

bolt just as the hood was ripped from her head. She winced at the sudden light, but as the sunspots faded from her eyes

ans filled a room that’s walls were lined with far too many mirrors, gilded though they were. The ceiling of the room was covered in dormant strobe lights a

e bronze chains that hung from the ceiling, some ending in bronze bars, while others led to leather handcuffs. When s

a posh bar for the kinkily inclined. Ava was scared, of course she was. On her mental list of worst-case scenarios, being sold to a sex club w

long black hair and cheekbones like steel, this woman had presence. Her dulled senses prevented Ava from picking up any

male from the prison walked stand behin

the line considering each of the filthy, trembling fem

lick of her six-inch stilettos. When she came to Ava she stopped, takin

he cigarette in summons, “

to Madame Bella’s side, “This one’s not an Omega, Madame.

“In this day and age? Impressive f

ng with her Wolf. They didn’t elaborate, but her

chin up when the other females had nerve enough to sta

“And what am I supposed to do with something so weak, Dorinda?

she’s

en I’m not so callous to give a defenseless innocent to a rutting Alpha. She

as Madame Bella rolls her expressionless

away with her. “Wait!” She put every bit of authority she’d inherited from her title

in, this time, Ava expected, in amus

red to the other girls. “Whatever this deal was, I highly doubt it wa

aying her hand, but she felt more in her element parlaying with this intimidating female

king establishment, all things considered. I

think I need to sully my hands to get things done, you

“Fair point,” she parroted. “I may not be able to make you money

girls beside her, “I have drive. I want to be here. I’ll wait tables

her gaze. “Why? Cry as they might, they’ll earn enough to buy their way out of here withi

time ago. And have you seen the prison? If yo

ertain it had ever been there at all. “Fine,” was all she said before sau

fe. Best of all, it had a tiny window, small enough to ensure she stay in place, but just enough to let her