His Contractual Luna: Bought by the Beast
The metal mesh groaned under their combined weight.
"I am nobody's property," Agnes snarled, her fingers clawing desperately into the collar of his heavy combat vest. Her face was inches from his, her fangs fully elongated, glistening beneath the harsh fluorescent lights of the medical tent. "I don’t care how many titles you hold, how many champions you've bloodied, or how many millions you threw at my stepmother. Void the contract right now, or I will tear you apart on this floor."
The room went dead silent. The only sound was the distant, muffled bass of the arena crowd outside and Maeve’s sharp, terrified intake of breath from the examination table.