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Sandro jolted awake as a sharp pain shot through his side, as though he had been pricked multiple times with needles.

He gasped for breath, his eyes glued shut. When he managed to pry his eyelids open, his vision was still blurred.

After blinking for a few seconds, he realised that he was still bound and trapped in the cage Ezra had kept him in, like a feral animal that should never be unleashed.

Sandro winced as he sat up straight, feeling the discomfort of his restraints. He knew that he was harmless, but the ferociousness within him could only be kept at bay for so long. His wolf, Lace, sneered menacingly at the back of his mind, reminding him of the impending doom that awaited him.

He needed Arabella… No, her freaking blood before it was too late, but his situation made it seem impossible to meet up with her. He had to escape from Ezra’s territory first.

As he sniffed the air, the scent of Thalia wafted into his nostrils, making him groan, and he tightened his hands on the chain, feeling it tighten around him. He wondered if she was alright. The last time he saw her was a few hours ago when Ezra had taken her away.

Was she hurt? Did Ezra hit her, or worse, did he kill her?!

The image of Thalia sprawled on the floor in her pool of blood emerged in his head.

Sandro fought to push the dark thoughts away, the idea of Ezra hurting Thalia almost sending him into a rage. He clenched his jaw and shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

“He wouldn’t dare!” Sandro grunted, his scowl deepening.

He felt the urge to kill Ezra pulsing through his body, to rip out his insides and watch the life drain from him. Sandro’s fingers tingled with the desire to let his claws sink deep into Ezra’s stomach and tear him apart. He seethed with anger at the thought that he couldn’t save Thalia or himself from Ezra’s betrayal.

Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream shattered the silence, and Sandro recognised Thalia’s voice. Panic and fear coursed through him as he frantically searched for her in the pitch-black room. It was as if a spell had been cast to blind him.

Despite being an Alpha werewolf, Sandro felt powerless, reduced to the lowest rank in the pack. He knew that no omega would be in a worse situation than he was. He focused on Thalia’s screams, which grew louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

“Thalia!” Sandro yelled, his voice filled with desperation. But all he heard were more screams. He stood up, ignoring his pain and exhaustion, and called out to her again. The screams continued, growing louder and closer with each passing second.

Sandro’s attention was drawn to the door as it creaked open, and the darkness in the room vanished as the light returned.

Thalia stumbled and groaned as Ezra shoved her into the room, a cruel glint in his eyes. “Here’s your whore,” he chortled.

Sandro’s eyes widened as he took in Thalia’s battered and wounded state. A lump formed in his throat, and he could not bring himself to call her.

“See, I told you I’ll bring her back in one piece!” Ezra boasted.

One piece?! Sandro resisted the urge to scoff and fixed his gaze on his nemesis. Ezra held a thorn-filled whip and wore a devious smirk, indicating that he had tortured Thalia for his amusement.

“Why did you do this to her, you bastard!” Sandro growled, his voice rising to a deafening volume that shattered the previous silence.

Ezra cynically chuckled. “The truth is, I’m not even done with her yet,” he said before kicking a feeble Thalia on her brutally beaten back. Thalia curled into a ball and let out an anguished cry as Ezra continued to kick her mercilessly.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Fucking stop!” Sandro bellowed, his emotions overwhelming him. He gripped the bars of his cage tightly, denting them with his strength. “I’ll kill you, Ezra! I’ll make sure to give your remains to the scavengers. I swear by the goddess!”

Ezra laughed. “Now, it’s the Sandro I know. All threats and no action.” He tutted.

Sandro opened his mouth to retort, but Thalia’s weak voice cut him off.

“I-I’m okay, San… dro.” Her voice was barely audible.

“Are you certain?” Sandro asked, his eyes narrowing. She was anything but okay!

Thalia winced as she struggled to get up, and Ezra didn’t prevent her. Instead, he watched her with fascination. She couldn’t run away in her weak state, so he let her get up rather than halt her.

“Sandro,” Thalia called out. “Help me, please.”

She gasped, nausea surged through her, and her head reeled.

Moving into her state caused her so much pain, but she had to get to Sandro and speak with him. Within, she knew she didn’t have much time left to stay conscious, and she had to talk to him. Even if it was for a few seconds, she swayed on her feet, taking tottering steps to Sandro’s large cage.

As she approached him, Sandro could see the grievous extent of her wounds. He knew she wouldn’t survive long at this stage, and he had to save her and escape from this den alongside the rest of his pack members.

He let go of the metal bars and went to the one where the other chain end was hooked. If he couldn’t take off the ones on his legs and feet, he would try to yank the chain off the wall. Channelling all his might, Sandro gripped the metal bar and attempted to pull it out of the wall. He groaned as he tugged on the bar, yet it didn’t budge.

‘Lace!’ Sandro tried reaching out to him, but he received no response.

‘Lace!’ Sandro yelled again through the mind link. Where the hell was he when he was needed?

At least with both their strength combined, they might be able to rip the chain off. But there was no harm in trying.

Ezra’s head pushed back as he erupted in scornful laughter. “You think you can escape from me that easily? I’ll advise you to stop trying because all your efforts will remain futile. The best witch placed an enchantment on that, and I doubt any of the witches in your coven would be able to undo it!”

Sandro’s jaw tensed, and his hands balled into fists as Ezra’s jibes penetrated deep into his skin. His rage increased tenfold and came to a climaxing overflow. He growled as he let all his emotions out on the wall, punching it and creating a hole. His knuckles were busted, and blood trickled from the openings.

Despite the pain, Sandro continued to hit the wall, determined to break free and save Thalia. But the chain held him back, taunting him with its unyielding grip.