His Contractual Luna: Bought by the Beast
Clamped in the tongs was a shimmering, semi-liquid ingot of unrefined Starfall moonstone—the last pristine sample retrieved from her mother's deep-vault archives on the Moonhaven Coast.
Beside her, Rhys sat on a low stone pedestal, stripped to the waist. The **Apex Core** remained securely locked over his chest, its crystalline channels pulsing in a slow, rhythmic cadence that matched the heavy, measured thud of his heart. Sweat glistened across his broad, scarred shoulders and the intricate dark tribal tattoos lining his ribs.