Alpha's Caged Mate

ged her in, pressing her up against a chest like stone. Her nose filled with the scent of cloves

dn’t touched another person since Layla had died and she hadn’

ere intended to make her bleed, put her squarely in her place. So, this charged interaction…the sheer proximity

ly cocky expression, Ava realized the all-encompassing vibrating wasn’t just contained to her battered psyche.

t exactly unexpected, but it made her jum

arged around him, eager to rid of this man and done with this day. Still shivering,

scoffed,

to keep her moving through her pain were breaking down. There’d been too much today, too many sleights, she’d eaten too much from others hell-bent o

e hadn’t known to savor, even more moments lost to time that she’d never get back, and worst of all were those tender moments she knew she’d never get the chance to have. Intimacy was lost to her. The realization

intimate, every single glancing touch, it felt as if her very cells remembered. Every time he tugged on the bottom of her ponytail or gui

nstead of crashing to the ground, she’d crashed on Xavier. He’d taken his broken nose like a champ and said it had been worth it to ke

on of love and intimacy was based on her relationship with Xavier, ho

iends, her family, the only home she had ever known, even a piece of her soul had all been ripped away from her. Until now she hadn’t thought she

me to terms with the fact that no one would call foul in her defense and Xavier and her parents weren’t coming to fix their mistake and set her free. No

s fundamentally broken, that she’d never r

ared in front

elow. Now, she noticed that the look in his eyes wasn’t so frosty, the interest in his eyes still present even though the oppressive possessiveness was gone. It was almost like he could sense the exis

abbed it, muttering a quick thanks. He opened the door for her but didn’t follow her inside. He threw her a wink,

was filled with writhing bodies, pounding bass, laughter, and sighs of pleasure filling the air.

r top-tier guests, the VIPs amon

across the laps of powerful looking males. It was too dim to be sure, but it cert

he felt like a dorm mother at a kegger. Before she could do either, one o

d too much fun and gotten sick all over a lacquered credenza. This wasn’t the firs

nd, in Ava’s experience, if a male barfed at a party, he’d better be dying. True to its name

e when a loud crash cut

A sharp smack rang out, fo

wait staff, a diminutive female less than half his size. As Ava watched, he flexed the f

’s chest started

from Pack prisons, so consent wasn’t necessarily vital here, but safety was. Hurt or dead workers meant messes for Bella to clean up, especially when it came to the h

you c-can’t -,” the poor gir

defense of this female. Ava could only imaging what they were all on, but this behavior was shameful. It wen

ed while the distressed waitress turned her head away from him, only for him to grab her jaw with a meaty fist wrenching her face

e was the strong, at least she’d been raised to be. Even in prison she’d never tolerated a bully. But now

ched and eyes gleaming from the effects of whatever substance he’d taken. “Everyone in this fucking club needs to serve us,” he sto

stalking

aid? Lemme give