And now—now that he knew she breathed, that she walked this earth somewhere far from his reach—it would be her turn to suffer.
She would regret ever running.
She would regret surviving without him.
He would bring her back. Tear through anything or anyone in his path. Chain her to him if he had to. Mark her. Bury his canines in her throat and bend her until she remembered who she belonged to.
She would scream for him.
Not out of pain, but submission.
She would pay for three years of hell.
And when he was done, she’d never dare leave him again.
———
The door clicked shut behind him, and silence swallowed the room.
Jonas stood still for a moment, staring out the high window of his private quarters, watching nothing. The woods beyond the glass stretched wide and dark.
His mind was bu
