No one moved. No one even breathed.
Diva’s stomach twisted violently, bile rising in her throat. She wanted to vomit, disgusted by their actions but her body refused to obey. Her wolf remained silent, caged behind a wall of dark magic that pulsed through her veins like tar.
She bit her lip until she tasted blood, forcing herself not to make a sound.
“Good girls,” the man murmured. “Now get back to work. The Moonlight Pack doesn’t pay for corpses that can’t perform.”
The guards dragged the headless body away, leaving behind a crimson trail across the floor. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, blending with the perfume and sweat, until the room smelled like death wearing a cheap disguise.
Diva’s hands clenched into fists. "You’re the daughter of an Alpha," she told herself. "Not
