The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna
With each spindly step closer, the air around her grew thicker, and the smell of wet soil and worms rolled over me so strong I gagged.
I shut my eyes and waited for the moment it would happen. For those pincers to sink into my flesh. Perhaps for my head to come clean off.
It never came. The scent of earth faded. The pressure on the web subsided as she stepped away.
I cracked one eye open, then the other.
The spider was gone, and in her place stood a woman.
Not just any woman…
Me.
My height. My hair. My hands, my mouth, my eyes looking up at me with an expression I’d never once worn—delighted, hungry, pleased with itself. Even the crescent burn at the hollow of her throat was there, but heale