Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 200

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A throbbing headache raged its way through Alexander’s skull as he tried to open his eyes. his vision was blurry and the headache ached even more painfully.

He groaned as he tried to shake away the blurry vision.

Where is he? he questioned himself as he tried to get his shit together.

His body felt unusually heavy and his muscles stiff and numb.

As he tried to move, an eerie sound filled the empty space and it was a sound of chains.

Alexander’s breathing hitched and a feeling of unease surrounded him, tightening itself around his neck like an invisible

rope.

And then there came a voice. “Long time no see, Alex.”

It was just four words but it was said with a full blown venom

Alexander bristled. The voice turned colder and weighted with so much anger that it made the ice crawl down even Alexander’s stiffened veins.

Alexander tried to shake his head, trying to clear his eyesight, but there seems to be no change. instintively, he knew that he was in danger.

He has to fight. He has to break out.

The chain bit deeper into his skin as he pulled, biting deeper into his flesh, slicing deeper. The tighter he pulled, the sharper the ache was, but he did not mind.

Desperation and fierceness overwhelmed him.

And then, there was the heavy laughter.

“All my life,” the voice continued, idly, as if savoring every word, “I’ve dreamed of today. Wondered how wonderful it would be.” he paused and dragged in a fulfilled breath. “But truly. I never thought it would be this wonderful. So beautiful.”

of Alexander and his heart pounded louder in his

Daddy would be so proud of

sent a chill all the way

standing in front of him, which was radiating the amount of hatred that could as well as kill a whole village. His brain clawed for answers, but his

He attempted to ask.

jaw, his fingers deep in his flesh, bruising it intensionaly. Alexander’s head was yanked up, and pain flowed from his neck down to every single part of his body as he was

at me in the

eyes, coward.”

in his throat.

back to normal. And there, standing before him with his face contorted in anger, despair,

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stood Travis Mahoney.

Alexander like a

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could not be stopped, sweeping over

His family!

in DANGER!

him to move, to fight, to shatter the chains that imprisoned him. His eyes darkened as raw adrenaline pounded through his veins. He pulled every shred of strength and power he had at his

veins pulsed, his muscles screamed, his teeth were gritted so

grin across his face spreading wide. His wicked eyes gleamed with wicked satisfaction, savoring the view before him like an artist contemplating

This is it.

as he had dreamed about it all these years. it was something that he had recast in his mind a thousand times. To witness Alexander so desperate, so angry, so helpless was more satisfying

struggling to hold his temper at bay. He was a man who had knew for a very long time ago how to discipline his anger, how to master power rather than be controlled by it. He had to proceed with care. If he

voice was husky but calm as he

to force the words out.

and unamusing. It was quiet and nearly brittle, but it contained a killing

thought you’d

felt