I yanked the straps off without flinching.They slid down, baring the curve of my chest. My underlayer held, but the fabric strained over the swell.The hall was heated, but I felt like ice—shaking, numb.The gown hit the floor.Standing there in just my undergarment, I lifted my chin as tears slid silently down.Someone whispered, "She really did it."The crowd stared, hungry for the wreckage. Their eyes crawled over me without a shred of shame.Bruce wanted this—my public humiliation. I was still his mate, still Luna of the Darkfang Pack. But if he treated me like dirt, why would anyone else hold back?"Do I keep going?" The words burned as they left my throat.His face twisted. No answer—but his eyes flinched. Hesitation.I reached for the strap.Right as it slipped, he yanked off his cloak and threw it over me."Celina, what kind of shameless Luna are you?"I arched a brow, let out a sharp laugh. "Didn't you tell me to strip?"He had nothing. Just crushed his glass an
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