THE OPULENCE of Waldemar’s chambers had quickly morphed from a gilded cage into a gilded torment. Every silk thread, every polished piece of wood, every scent in the air was a constant, suffocating reminder of her captivity and the Alpha who claimed her. The Moonbind was a living, breathing entity within her, a relentless current of unwanted desire that pulsed beneath her skin. Waldemar had given her clothes, food, and the freedom of his luxurious suite, yet her essence felt more chained than it had in the dungeon’s cold embrace.
He hadn't returned since the brutal kiss that manifested the claiming mark, a brief reprieve that offered no solace. Every moment was a battle against her own body. The craving was an insidious fire, burning low but steadily, promising an inferno if denied. It fl
