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