THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE novel Chapter 372

REAGAN’S POV.

“Selena…” My voice is a low and husky. She stares at me with eyes as bright as a hunting torch and I can see the excitement swimming in them.

“Yeah.”

“Before that happens, I need you to tell me a few things.”

“What is it you want me to tell you?”

I let out a heavy exhale before settling my gaze on her again. This will seem rushed, but I have to do it. Not for myself, but for my relationship with the woman I love.

“Selena, I know I agreed to wait until you are comfortable enough to talk about your experience while you were away these past years, but I don't think I can do that.” I shift closer to her and take her hands in mine. “I want to know. I need to know what happened to you so I can deal with this issue once and for all and set my mind at ease. Please, tell me.”

The excitement look on her face fades instantly and gloom returns to her eyes. Calmly, she takes her hand from my hold and tears her gaze from my face, plastering it against the wall on the other side of the room.

It's a sour topic for her. I know that. I hate that I have to force her to do this, but I cannot do otherwise.

“What happened to you? Why were they so many wounds on you body when you showed up here? Also, a lot things have happened in my life these past years. Things that have reached the ends of this world and are on the lips of, if not all, but every member of every pack in this world, but surprisingly, you don't know them. I can't help but wonder how that's possible. Where could you possibly have been that even the most viral news did not reach you?”

“I was abducted!” She replies immediately, looking back at me. There's a firm, angry look in her eyes that makes me recoil on my spot.

Abducted.

Exactly what I suspected.

“On the day of the ambush, he faked my death and took me away. He had me imprisoned in an underground cell where he tortured me almost every night before retiring for the night. He didn't let me go out for any reason. That prison cell became my home and anything I needed was brought to me there.”

“You mean to tell me you were locked up in a dungeon cell for five years with no access to the outside world?” I ask in horror. My heart nearly jumps out of my chest when she nods in agreement. I can feel all the bones dissolving in my body as I watch her shed tears.

That's barbaric!

“Who is “he”? Does he have a name? What does he look like?”

“I don't know.” She says, shaking her head fervently. “He never told me his name. He never let me see his face. Whenever he had to visit, I was either blindfolded or he had on a mask when he came and spoke only a few words. He left no traces of his identity.”

Shit!

“Why did he do that? Did he ever tell you?”

“No. He never did.”