Valtira.
I thrashed against the linen strips, wrists already raw, the knots biting deeper with every twist. A broken whimper tore from my throat, half scream, half sob, but I swallowed the rest.
Who would come? No one. The guards outside had seen their Alpha storm in here, and not a single soul would dare cross that threshold now.
I was nothing to them anymore. Just the discarded Luna, tied to a bed, waiting to be used.
“Zarek…” My voice cracked, hoarse and shaking. “You don’t always get to take whatever you want. You can’t just… use my body like it’s yours to punish. I deserve respect. I deserve more than this… more than being forced.”
I tried to clamp my thighs shut, to hide the slick heat that betrayed me even now, but his knees wedged between mine held me open, helpless.
“This
