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Chapter Thirty-Four: Before the Judgment

Autor: Lyanna Rose
last update Data de publicação: 2026-06-03 03:02:25

Gideon hauled Marta to her feet, her bound wrists still clutching the charcoal-smudged confession. Two guards materialized from the corridor shadows, their faces stone-hard as they took position on either side of the trembling servant.

"East block cell, second corridor," Gideon instructed them. "No visitors. No messages. She speaks to no one but me, the Alpha, or the Luna. Understood?"

The guards nodded, their grip firm on Marta's arms. She stumbled between them, her feet dragging, her sobs red
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