Nyx
Three weeks later
The doors and windows were barred and locked, and there was a guard outside my door. It had been an amateur move, trying to run when my father was out of town and thinking I was safe. Champ enjoyed hitting me maybe even more than my father did, and he’d been foaming at the mouth to get his hands on me ever since the night of the ball. I should have known that he’d be keeping an eye on me.
I should have stayed with Rhyson. There was a connection between us. Not a mate bond, but most wolves didn’t find their mates. Even if Rhyson didn’t want to marry me, he might have at least found me a place in his pack. I’d considered telling him the truth, but when I’d looked out my window, there was Champ, ready to storm the hotel.
I’d just showered away the scent of Rhyson, so
