Harper’s POV
I stood in front of the small mirror in the offering quarters, staring at the blood-red silk dress that clung to my body like a second skin. It was skimpy, way too skimpy for a pack dinner with every werewolf in MoonShine Pack watching. The deep plunging neckline dipped so low it barely covered my breasts, and the thigh-high slits on both sides showed off my legs with every step. My curves were on full display, and I knew exactly why they’d made me wear this. I was the sacrifice. The mateless gutter wolf meant to be offered up. But tonight, I had to serve the Alpha like a good little servant.
My heart pounded as I smoothed the fabric down. Damon would be there. My stepbrother. The man I wasn’t supposed to want. The one whose touch still burned in my memory from the training
