The Lycan King's Contracted Luna
I couldn’t go back to that pack; I just couldn’t.
We reached outside the garden, and Ian pushed me to the ground. I tried to run, but he was quick to hold me down.
He tore a part of his shirt and then reached out to my lips, squishing the lipstick and putting it on his lips.
I stared at him in confusion until, “Is this whom you call your Luna? She isn't fit for a dog even,” he yelled, his grip on my hands tightened.
“No, please, Ian, don’t ruin this for Damon.”