A blinding pain took hold of me. My head was ringing, and it felt like the air thinned out. I gasped but couldn’t get enough oxygen in. My hands were tied behind my back, but my arms thrashed instinctively, wanting to fly to my throat. It was my father’s Alpha power. I heard his footsteps as he came pacing into the bathroom behind me, where his men had set me kneeling in front of the bathtub. “I tried asking nicely, and then asking not so nicely,” came my father’s voice. “Now, we are done with asking, altogether.” I felt an aching pressure all through my body. My father’s anger was giving him strength, and he was using that strength on me. “I am telling you now, Fiona. You are going to comply with what I am instructing you to do. Or you will suffer for it. The choice is yours.”