REJECTED LUNA, CLAIMED BY THE ROGUE KING
I said quietly, "that I already chose."
The vessel's white eyes fixed on me, waiting.
"The night a weak Alpha called me defective and left me to die in the snow, I chose survival. The night a scarred king put his mark on my throat and waited for me to want him, I chose him. The night two hybrid children began speaking through my blood, I chose them both."
I stepped closer, my power rising, silver fire crackling across my skin in visible waves.
"She gets nothing. Not the girl. Not the boy. Not this body. Nothing."