No.

I needed to fight. Swing, dammit. Hit him, for fucksake. I wanted to run, but instead, I stood rooted to the spot, swaying as I willed my feet to move, panic a tornado in my chest.

Hunter bridged the distance between us calmly and scooped me off my feet.

I wanted to kick, to scream, to claw at him, but my body was paralyzed, and the world was going dark at the edges. No. I had to stay awake. I had to fight this, but whatever he’d used on me was too strong, overcoming even my Dominus genes. Hot, angry tears of impotence leaked out the corners of my eyes.

Hunter looked down at me with a torn expression, and then his jaw hardened.

“You’re mine, Fee. It’s time for you to see that.”

But the only thing I was seeing was darkness.

To be continued…