The grand hall is a sea of black-robed figures, their animal masks glinting under the massive chandelier’s golden light, all eyes on me as I stand naked in the center, wrists bound behind my back with heavy iron cuffs.
The floor is cold marble, my brand throbbing from last night’s feast, my body still aching from the coven’s relentless hands, tongues, and c***s. Elias looms before me, his silver mask gleaming, holding a leather collar studded with onyx, the covenant’s final seal.
The air hums with incense and raw desire, the cameras’ red lights blinking from every corner, broadcasting my surrender to the bloodline’s hidden archives.
“Night eight,” Elias declares, voice echoing through the hall, distorted by his mask.
“The vessel is claimed forever.” He steps closer, his robe open, c
