Luna
The bond was draining me. Every day felt heavier than the last, like I was walking through a fog I couldn’t escape. My body was failing me—I could barely keep food down, and the vomiting came in relentless waves.
Kyla, always the voice of reason, lectured me constantly. “You need to rest, Luna. This isn’t normal.”
But how could I rest when the bond refused to let me? It tugged at me endlessly, reminding me of what I couldn’t have.
The Alpha.
It had been nearly a month since I've been to the Moon Palace, and three weeks since I’d seen him. The head maid, Margot, delivered his meals personally, as was now the rule. I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of him in the halls.
I tried to bury the bond deep within me, ignoring its pull, but that only made things worse. It was like a fire burn
