KATHERINE
I barely slept. Again. For like the third night in a row. The stupid bet was stuck in my head on repeat. If I fall for Stephen, I have to accept the bond, accept him, kneel, submit, call him Alpha in bed and everywhere else like some perfect little Luna. If I don’t fall, he lets me walk free. No chains. No nothing. Forever.
I’d rather swallow nails than fall for that murderer. But before I walk out that gate with my head high, I’m going to burn every single thing he loves to the ground. His throne, his reputation, his whole fake-perfect kingdom. He’ll be left picking up ashes and wondering how the girl he thought he broke actually broke him.
That’s the plan. That’s always been the plan.
Breakfast was the usual torture. All the fancy plates and fake laughs and people pre
