Chapter 38: Respect Me

Ronan struggled to move, but his efforts were met with resistance. Something was holding him down, and the intense, hot pain digging into his skin made it difficult to open his eyes. The effort felt almost impossible, as if he had been heavily drugged.

Finally, he managed to pry his eyes open, and the sight that met him was grim. Chains bound his wrists, and the rattling noise they made with every movement was a harsh reminder of his captivity.

His mind raced with memories of how he had ended up in this dire situation—Alpha Jeremiah had captured him. The realization brought a surge of anger and frustration.

Ronan yanked at the chains, but they wouldn't budge. He was stronger than the average werewolf, so breaking free should have been easy. Yet, every pull only intensified the burning sensation on his skin, as though tiny shards of glass were embedded in him.