Chapter BS Secer el ties
Chapter 83: Severed Ties and Calculated Cruelty–2
After the movers left, I wandered through my new home, still amazed by Connor’s generosity. The kin stocked with my favorite foods, the bookshelves filled with titles I loved, and even the bathroom contained my preferred brands of toiletries.
I drew myself a hot bath, sinking into the luxurious tub with a sigh of contentment. The stress of the day seeing Ethan – slowly melted away as the warm water enveloped me
Later, wrapped in a soft robe, I climbed into the enormous bed. The sheets were silky against my skin, the mattress perfectly firm yet yielding
For the first time in weeks, my wolf Cora felt a measure of peace as I drifted off to sleep, safe in our new
sanctuary.
(Vanessa’s POV)
The rocking of the cargo ship had become a torturous rhythm, marking days of misery in the cramped, filthy hold. I had lost track of time – had it been a week? Two? My once–beautiful light brown hair hung in greasy strands around my face, and my clothes were stiff with grime.
My wolf, Zoe, had grown weaker with each passing day, subdued by hunger, thirst, and the constant presence of silver burning against my wrists. I had lost so much weight that my designer clothes hung from my frame like rags on a scarecrow.
The heavy metal door creaked open, flooding the dark space with harsh light. Two figures- a burly omega and a taller beta- stood silhouetted in the doorway.
“Damn! It really stinks!” the omega growled, his face contorting with disgust as he approached me.
I tried to speak, to beg for water or food, but my throat was too dry, my lips cracked and bleeding from dehydration.
“Ugh-“The omega picked me up roughly, his strong hands digging painfully into my arms. With a swift motion, he tore off the thick leather strap gag from my mouth.
Before I could process what was happening, he had dragged me up to the deck and thrown me over the side of the ship. The shock of hitting the icy seawater knocked what little breath I had from my lungs.
“Wash yourself clean, you stink like a rotting carcass,” he called down, laughing.
Panic seized me as I floundered in the freezing water, I couldn’t swim – had never learned how. My wolf was too weak to help me stay afloat, and the silver cuffs still binding my wrists made it impossible to coordinate my movements.
“Help!” I screamed, my voice hoarse and barely audible. “I can’t swim! Please!”
The omega leaned against the railing, watching with amusement. “Yes, that’s right, flounder a few more times, wash yourself clean, don’t stink up our boss.”
The “boss” he mentioned was Dominic Reeves, Connor’s security chief. I recognized the name through my terror, realizing I was being delivered directly to Connor’s most ruthless enforcer.
The seawater was bone–chilling, the winter temperature near freezing. My lips turned blue, my limbs grow
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numb and unresponsive as I struggled to keep my head above water..
Seawater filled my lungs with each desperate gasp, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. After struggling for what felt like an eternity, my strength began to fade.
As I started to sink beneath the surface, I heard cursing from above. Through blurry vision, I saw the omega throw an orange swimming ring toward me.
“You stinky she–wolf, grab the swimming ring and get up by yourself,” he shouted. “I’m not going to get you in
this cold weather!”
I stretched out my hand toward the bright orange lifeline, but my numb fingers couldn’t reach it. The distance might as well have been miles.
More cursing followed as I slipped further beneath the waves. The last thing I saw was the omega jumping into the sea, his own wolf form shivering as he swam toward me.
Then darkness claimed me.
“Damn, she’s not dead, is she?” A voice penetrated the void, pulling me back toward consciousness.
“No way, bro, we asked you to take her to clean up, is this how you cleaned her up?” Another voice, annoyed
and concerned.
“You don’t know how stinky she is,” the first voice defended, teeth chattering. “I couldn’t help it, so I could only throw her into the sea. Who knew this she wolf couldn’t swim? What a jinx. I had to go down and get her myself. I’m freezing. You take her away, find a pack healer to take a look at her, don’t let her die. I’m going to change my clothes.”
“Okay, hurry up, be careful the Alpha will be angry if you’re not here later.”
“I know, I know.”
Darkness claimed me once more.
I opened my eyes again three hours later. As my consciousness gradually returned, my wolf senses still dulled by the ordeal, I began to examine my surroundings. I was in a cold, damp, and dimly lit basement, the air thick with the scent of old blood and fear the unmistakable signs of Connor’s Shadow Den.
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