Being locked in the dungeon had taken a toll on Harlow, she could barely feel her limbs. Her lips were slightly swollen, her cheeks red from the multiple slaps Jamie had inflicted on her. He'd tried to break her for a few hours, but Harlow remained loyal to Devon—her master who only treated her as a slave.
Devon carefully carried her into the pack house, his strides slow but confident.The maids moved out the way, their eyes glued on the silver haired slave who clung onto the Lycan King's chest like her life depended on it. Harlow's breathing was soft and shallow, her fingers loosely wrapped around Devon's neck.
Her eyes were tightly shot, she was in a world of her own, unaware of the gasps that filled the air as Devon treated a slave more than a slave. Slaves were viewed as filth and d
