Chapter 137
Vanya
My brows knitted tightly the moment the house helper spoke, her voice cautious but unwavering.
“The Alpha has forbidden any type of contact from outside, Young Luna. If you want to make a call, he must be informed first.”
She dipped her head politely. “If there is anything else you wish, I am at your service.”
I blinked. Once. Twice. A third time. As if maybe if I blinked hard enough the words would rearrange themselves into something less insane.
But no. I’d heard her correctly.
Cutting me off from the outside world? Really?
I’d been patient. I’d told myself to breathe through his overbearing orders, to understand his paranoia, to not lash out like I always did. But this—this was too much. It wasn’t protection. It was imprisonment.
My lips curled into a humorles
