Chapter 132

Macey

Pov

I awoke to fingertips brushing up and down my arm. The chill in the air made me inhale deeply as cins against the wooden cupboard it was sitting on.

My mate growls, and where I have been laid dips so I know I was on a bed. The jostling and movement surroundings.

Brown wall paneling covered the walls and was the first thing I noticed in the dimly lit room. The old-f too strong. It reminded me of pine needles, the crackling sound coming to my ears at the same time h “What is it, father?” Carter asks. At least I knew who he was on the phone to, “Not my problem. I did m entertain myself with, but I left half the money in the mining tunnels for you. It should tide you over f In my drowsy state, he sounded further away. Turns out he was only a couple of meters away, and as I “Contact Clark. He may help you,” Carter tells his father before I hear yelling, and my eyes flick to Cart “Well, I told you he was a moron. If he has got himself locked up, what do you expect me to do about I swallow when I watch him set his phone down and quickly wiggle up on the bed to find I am only dre I watched him. He was a predator, and I refused to be his prey. Bond or not, he was not my Alpha, and “Did you rest well, Love?” he asks, and I nod, watching him as he moves closer before I turn my head, my face reflecting back at me in the window.

“Where are we?” I ask, turning to look at Carter.

“In the woods,” he purrs, and I lift my knees, drawing the blanket closer. “Yes, but where?” I ask him. “My mother’s place. She built it with the forsaken,” he says. “She built this place?”