Lunae sat on the cold stone bench inside her cage. Her arms were chained above her head, the iron biting into her wrists. Her body ached from earlier struggles. Her lips were swollen, her thighs sore, but her eyes still burned with fire. She didn’t cry. She didn’t beg.She waited.And then—she heard it.Thud. Thud. Thud.Heavy boots echoed through the dungeon halls. She knew that sound. She could smell him before she saw him.The Lycan King.The iron bars groaned as the Lycan King stepped into view, Tall. Ruthless. His golden eyes glinting with darkness, lust, power, and the promise of punishment. He stopped in front of her cage and stared, arms crossed, jaw tight. His bare chest rose and fell with slow, deep breaths.“You’re quiet,” he said. “Not going to beg?”Lunae looked up, her lips curling. “Never. My Alpha will beat you. I’ll be out of here soon.”The King smirked, stepping closer. “Still so proud. Still talking back in chains.”He knelt to her level and grabbed the bars. “Th
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