Chosen By My Mate's Father-in-law novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Going Rogue

[Jasmine’s POV]

Slowly, I fought my way through the blackness in my mind and opened my eyes. It was difficult to even do that. It felt like someone had glued them together.

I let out a low groan as I took in my surroundings, but my eyes hadn’t adjusted to the dark room I was in yet. If I concentrated hard enough, I could hear the sound of faint murmuring in the background.

My stomach stiffened when I realized I wasn’t alone.

Where the hell was I? Why did it feel like someone had taken a jackhammer to my skull? The back of my head pulsed from even the slightest movement, and I immediately closed my eyes.

Intense pain made me suck in a sharp breath. My whole body was aching like I’d been run over by a truck. My stomach let out a loud growl. When was the last time I ate?

My memories painfully came flooding back to me. Dinner with Isabella. Ditching her guards. The black van. Trying to fight off our attackers. The pain of the syringe in my neck.

My eyes flew open again.

We’d been kidnapped. Someone had been waiting to take the Lycan King’s daughter, and as soon as her guards weren’t around, they swooped in.

Fear coursed through me as my heart slammed against my chest. Panic crawled up my throat, and it seemed like there wasn’t enough air in the room.

But I couldn’t give in to my fear. I had to focus and assess my current situation.

Immediately, I tried to move my hands, but that made pain radiate up my arms.

“Ow,” I muttered quietly, not wanting my captors to hear me.

I looked down at my hands in my lap, and my stomach dropped. Silver shackles encircled my wrists, weakening my body and suppressing my wolf.

I was alone inside my head. Worry gripped me as I tried to access our pack’s mind link to call out for help—I’d even accept Elliot’s help at this point—but the silver did its job by repressing my wolf and the abilities that came with her.

Next, I looked around and swallowed nervously when I realized I was trapped in a dark cellar, propped up against the cement wall. There were metal bars on all sides, and it reminded me of a prison cell.

I tried to push away the feeling of claustrophobia as it threatened to overwhelm me.

I gasped when I looked to the side. Isabella was lying on the dirty ground next to me. She was unconscious, and in the dark light, I couldn’t tell if she was breathing. Silver chains encircled her wrists too.

Trying to make as little noise as possible, I scooted over to her and scanned her body. She had a wound on the top of her head that was slowly oozing blood, matting her thick, dark hair. Her face was as pale as a blank sheet of paper.

My hands shook with terror as I reached out to feel for a pulse.

“Please be alive. Please be alive,” I murmured like a mantra.

My shoulders slumped with relief when I felt the small thrumming on her wrist.

The first man sighed. “I guess you’re right. It’s lucky we had that other syringe handy.” He paused. “Now, the question is, what do we do with the spare?” His tone was low and dangerous. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

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