The Crescent Heir
Demiurgosclaimed by the alpha's lovemated to the cold hearted alphaworthless to priceless: the alpha's rejected matemated to the beastly alpha
Freedom.
When was the last time she'd felt this? Standing under an open sky, no bars, no guards, no eyes watching for signs of guilt she didn't carry? The wind tugged at her hair, and for just a moment, she let herself feel small against the vastness of the night. Small, but not trapped, never trapped again.
"Brightest night after a Supermoon,"
came a voice behind her, smooth and unhurried. "I must say, quite the view."