Alpha Edward’s POV

Returning to my chambers, I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and gulped down a large quantity into my mouth. Groaning, I sat on the couch but realized I was restless. My mind kept drawing me to her, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, I couldn’t.

I sighed and took more sips, but I was still restless. I imagined the pain she would go through, and heaven knows what type of lash my men would use on her.

I panicked at the thought that she wouldn’t survive the torture. What if she dies? The thought frightened me, and I had to jump to my...