FROM SLAVE TO LUNA

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ythera lay on his bed, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. Warriors, advis

y sides. I should not be here. I should not be forced to witness th

asses through the

ng hi

pen, and my breath

ber. A powerful one, and not just

stained with blood. His face, though bruised, still holds

he warriors barked,

he room until they landed on me, and then, to my horror, he

the chamber as a soldier strikes him across the face. The healer col

more so I rush forwar

air, dragging me away. "Treaso

him collapse onto the cold floor

and for that, they would kill him. I am thrown int

ugh treatment, but my mind is elsewhere, back in that

hear shouts of joy and jubilation carr

led but a part of me is proud that the healer

echoes through the stone corridor, stopping in front of my cell. The doo

't explain. He drags me out, his grip br

urs, whispers, and the sh

oing." "He shifted." "He

satisfaction knowing the monster who led the slaughter of my pe

tside, the manor ground

nobles, servants. Even the lowest-ranked is f

I can steel myself against their orders, a

hif

my teeth. "

my hair, yanking my head

and can hear the low growls of warning. I am powerl

d burning in my

wolf form lay still in the center of the gathering. Th

Wait to see who wou

through unfamiliar hallways, m

," the gua

assive fireplace crackles at the far end, casting flickering shadows against the sto

fire with broad shoulders, long legs

lpha's chamber. The warrior heir. The cold-blooded son of the Alpha. He does n

moment, neither of us speaks. Then

your

cting that, my chin

?" He stands, crossing the room in slow, deliberate

uld not kneel. Not for h

mouth to refuse, his hand

submission at all times," he

st his hold, but

ant punishment for

cing me to meet his gaze. "I contr

my spine. Not from fear but f

at him, I realize s

ht back and that makes him the mo