The Alpha's Bond Slave Luna
Comfort weakens a leader.
Then….My steps slowed.
She sat alone near the far wall. Scrubbing the marble floor. Her head down, chains around her wrists. Bruises on her skin.
Seraphina.
Most slaves begged, cried, and broke. But she didn’t.
My eyes narrowed, interesting.
Don’t, Bane warned.
I ignored him. If the elders wanted a Luna so badly…Why not choose the one wolf that would make them choke on their own demands? A fallen Luna. A slave. A symbol of disgrace. No noble blood, no politics, no control. Just perfect.