#Chapter 95 – Chains and Pains

Alyson "Stop," I whimper, pleading, the utter feeling of unfamiliar hands on my body and face making my heart hurt. I need my mate, something so salaciously dangerous about the feeling of a rouge toying with my body. "Stop it, dammit—" A harsh slap rings out against my cheek, the sound deafening and the pain stinging. "Shut up, Luna slut. You need to learn some damn manners when talking to authority." "Keep your filthy fucking paws off of her!" Olivera shouts, the noise making my heart jump, my eyes opening to a dark, damp cell in some form of barracks, the air murky and heavy with the iron stench of blood. "You hit her again and I'll rip your throat out, rogue, you hear me?" "You say rogue like you're any different," the wolf before me snickers, pacing behind me, his hand trailing across my back, my skin bare and naked to his sharp eyes. When I look up, I see Olivera, in the same strangling spot as me in a cell across from my own. There's n