*Starblood Pack — Dungeon, Midnight*
The dungeons beneath Starblood were nothing grand.
Lesley sat shackled against the wall, her wrists bound by silver chains that bit into her skin, the raw marks a constant reminder of her fall.
Once, she had walked through packs with her chin high, chosen one, Mate to the supreme Alpha.
Now, she was reduced to shadows, waiting for scraps, her name whispered like a curse.
Her eyes gleamed in the dim torchlight, feral with bitterness.
“Crystal,” she hissed under her breath, as though spitting venom. Her lips twisted. “The wolfless girl who became everything. The flame Ryder’s mate. His queen. And I…”
Her throat caught on a dry laugh, broken and sharp. “I, who should have been queen, am chained like a dog.”
Her head thudded back against the ston
