#Chapter 173 – Ethan’s Guilt

Ethan I couldn’t be more shocked if Jane had pulled out a knife and stabbed me. I can’t believe what I’m hearing – I can’t believe what I’m saying. My beautiful, intelligent, passionate mate is begging on her knees, offering to become my slave again if I’ll only reconsider rejecting the pups. The irony is unbearable. I rejected her in part to avoid shackling her to a mad man, and now she’s suggesting that very same thing – only worse. As I look down at her, struggling to comprehend that this is really happening, my wolf tries to burst free, only to find himself hobbled and motionless – stuck within the steely confines of my skin. He doesn’t stop, thrashing violently inside me, rattling my bones as he tries to escape. The pain is unbearable, both physical and mental. Eventually my wolf gives up, receding deep inside me with a tortured howl. He knows we’re paralyzed, but he keeps trying all the same. I think he’s in denial, refusing to believe he’s truly going to be trapped forever.