The Moonlight Pack
Sunlight slashed through the slit in the curtains like a blade, hitting Gaia’s bruised, unconscious face. Her lashes fluttered. Her entire body screamed at her to not move but her mind, sharp and calculating despite the pain, refused to shut down. She sat up, her bones creaking like old wood, eyes scanning the wreckage of the room.
Alpha Rio’s room.
Again.
She had lost count of how many times she’d woken up like this. Naked. Used. Humiliated.
It had been months since she’d accepted the title that made her want to vomit ...sex slave. Not Luna. Not mate. Just flesh. Just a warm hole to f**k and forget.
Her wrists were still cuffed to the bed. Silver cuffs. Designed to burn. Designed to punish.
The skin was raw. Red. Flayed. Bite marks, hickeys, bruises painted her
