Blake's pov

As I woke up, I was immediately aware of the heavy chains weighing down my wrists and ankles. Panic set in as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. That's when I saw Wade, my supposed mate, sitting next to me with a look of concern on his face.

"Blake, listen to me. I know this looks bad, but you have to trust me. It's for your good," he said, his voice urgent.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could he possibly think that chaining me up was for my good? I tried to speak, to demand an explanation, but the words wouldn't come. I...