“Say it.”Elara’s throat tightened.“I belong to you,” she whispered. “I am your slave.”Kane Blackthorn’s gaze hardened.“And?”Her voice broke.“I am… your sex slave.”The Alpha stepped closer, his shadow swallowing her whole.“You will expect no kindness,” he said coldly. “No affection. No protection. You exist to obey me.”“Yes, my Lord.”“Strip, Elara.”Elara once lived in the Blood Moon Pack as the daughter of a powerful man.Now she lives in the Alpha’s palace as something far worse than a servant.A slave.Alpha Kane Blackthorn rules his pack with an iron will and an untouchable reputation.Mercy is not something he offers twice.And Elara belongs to him now.She should hate him.She tries to.But the deeper she falls into the Alpha’s dark world, the more dangerous things become.Because Kane Blackthorn doesn’t look at her like a slave.He looks at her like something far more dangerous.Something he might never let go.