"Fight all you want, little Luna. You’re still ours." - Seth Caine
Rhea’s POV:
The sun was warm against my skin as we exited the packhouse, but it did nothing to ease the suffocating weight pressing down on me. The Caine brothers—Callum, Jaxon, Rory, and Seth—flanked me like a living wall, their towering forms exuding an air of unspoken dominance that made my stomach twist.
The sleek black SUVs gleamed in the morning light, their tinted windows reflecting back the image of a girl who had no control over her life. Because that’s what this was. They weren’t escorting me to the academy. They were transporting me like I was a prized possession, and they refused to let me out of sight.
Every step toward that car felt like another link in the chain they were wrapping around me. I wante
