The Moonlight Pack
The Omega brought clothes for Gaia so she could cover herself. Her old clothes were nothing but scraps of torn fabric, reminders of the savage night before.
Gaia changed into the fresh attire long sleeves, just as she’d demanded. She needed to cover the bruises. Every inch of her body ached, not just from the burns and bite marks, but from the sting of humiliation.
Her face was a battlefield of raw skin and faded hickeys. She layered makeup thickly across her cheekbones and jawline, painting over the evidence of Alpha Rio’s twisted “affection.” When she was done, she looked like Luna Gaia the authoritative figure, the respected one. A f*****g lie.
The Omega trailed behind her obediently as Gaia stepped out. The palace corridors echoed under her heels, and she heard
