THIRD PERSON’S POV
Elena watched, jealousy burning hot in her chest. Sienna had beaten her to it. Always first, always reckless. Always daring.
But Lucian’s gaze shifted to her, unreadable. He lifted a second collar—this one slimmer, lined with scarlet velvet.
Elena froze.
Her pride told her to resist. To scoff. To say no one owns me.
But her body betrayed her. The thought of refusing, of letting Sienna wear that collar alone, of surrendering the game without even stepping into it—unthinkable.
She lifted her chin. Wordless. Defiant in her silence.
Lucian’s smile was sharp, knowing. The second collar snapped into place.
And just like that, the game was no longer theirs.
Lucian’s patience was maddening. He moved between them like a sculptor carving chaos into form—sometimes brushing
