“Alright, get out.”
Henry’s voice signaled the end of today’s whipping. Expressionless, I rose and pushed open the study door, stepping into the hall.
Three days had passed since Henry’s dissatisfaction with my exchange with Jack.
He’d ordered Addie to shadow me whenever Jack summoned me. My phone and devices were confiscated, and I was barred from leaving the house except to see Jack. Together, these rules caged me—a soft prison. And every day, I was dragged to Henry’s study for punishment. I knew his game: before I became the Rose Pack’s Luna, he meant to break my spirit, molding me into their servant.
Three days couldn’t shatter my will, but missing Owen’s birthday cut deeper than any lash.
Tonight, though, Henry was leaving for a trip. Addie, trapped alongside me these three days,
