#Chapter 82 Sophie is Rescued

Sophie’s Pov

I shifted after Martin left with Selene and Lila. It’s so cold in this basement that my teeth were actually chattering – I’ve never been so grateful for my fur. I don’t know where he’s taken them or when he’s coming back, but I’m not sure it matters.

By now Drake must know what I’ve done.

If I ever get out of this place I’m going to be in a world of pain, either from Martin’s fists or Drake’s hatred. Hell it will probably be both. I’ve survived Martin’s temper my entire life, I’m not sure I can survive Drake hating me.

My stomach is growling so fiercely and I can’t remember the last time I ate. I’ve been trying to distract myself from the wretched pangs and my parched throat, but my thoughts can only drift so far before finding their way back.

I hope Selene and Lila are okay. I still don’t understand what Martin is up to. I was a fool for believing him, but I don’t have the faintest idea why he wanted the she-wolves. I have a very bad feeling about all this. Did he leave me here so I couldn’t run for help? Or is he simply not finished with me yet?

I’m still pondering the idea when I hear the front door open, then a wolf moving through the house on all fours. A shadow appears beneath the door at the top of the stairs, and Hugo’s familiar scent wafts down to me.

Oh Goddess, has he come to arrest me?

The door jerks off its hinges, releasing a stream of yellow light filtering through the iron bars. Hugo is back in human form, squinting through the darkness, “Sophie?” He calls, “Are you alright?”

I can’t answer, I can’t bring myself to shift back. I can barely breathe. I’m spinning into a panic attack, the walls closing in around me. Hugo curses under his breath, and I can see him fighting with the padlock on the bars. “Just hold on Soph, I’m going to get you out.”

I whimper as the room begins to spin, listening to the clinking and clanking of metal far above me. The last thing I remember is hearing a metallic crash as the lock breaks, then everything is black.

The world is blurry when my lashes part, and I can smell the strident clean of a hospital. It’s a terrible unnatural scent, and so powerfull almost don’t notice the familiar aroma beneath.

again. Any other time I would be comforted and thrilled to

us. My wolf, Rose, is always more optimistic than I am. She says it’s because her instincts are stronger, I think it’s because she often gets to stay safe inside me while

heard that. She

him next to me, warmth radiating off his big body. Soft fingers

tsks, settling his hand more firmly against my skin rather than pulling it away, “Goddess I could kill him all

closer than I expected. His emerald green eyes are clouded with anger and worry, his angular jaw covered in a dark swath of stubble. “Kill who?”

heavily, looking almost

ask, unable to process this

can’t ever hurt you – or

clue, but a sob rises in my chest. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I

82 Sophie

corrects me

transgressions have probably cost me my future. I know they’ve cost me the man I love. I shouldn’t be sad that he’s gone. Only someone truly sick would mourn their

brother. Rose reminds me, he wasn’t always evil. We grew up together, those

into my bed, shifting me over so he can stretch out on the cot and pull me into his

shushing noises and murmuring encouragements my ear, “That’s it sweetheart. Let it all out,

make it worse, he shouldn’t be nice to me, not after what I did. I don’t deserve his

me. I can feel rage writhing in his chest like a feral beast, lurking just beneath the surface and waiting to burst out-probably when I’m not a blubbering mess. I’m not sure how I can sense it so keely, I’ve always been able to tap into Drake’s feelings like this and I stopped questioning

break the skin,

Drake purrs, his nose twitching as the scent of my blood fills the air. He instantly catches my wrists, prying my fingers out of

his sweet words and pet names. He’s always done this, always called me by terms of endearment and showered me with physical affection. It’s why it’s been so impossible to get over him, to even

me, Sophie.” He growls, Alpha authority heavy in his voice. I can only cower and cringe away from him until a second growl shatters the quiet, and my gaze jumps to

focus, and I can only think about how horrible I must look. “You are not responsible for what Martin

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