The words hung in the air, pressing down on Laura like a heavy weight.
The scent of the Primordial Mate.
She hugged herself, trying to make sense of it all. Her mind raced, her heart pounding against her ribs like it wanted to break free.
She barely understood what it meant, but the way they were looking at her—like she was something rare, something theirs—made her stomach twist. This wasn't just a title. This was about power.
Her power.
Her hands curled into fists at her sides. Every part of her rebelled against the idea. She had spent years as Kieran's Luna. Trapped and controlled. A possession disguised as a partner. And now, she was supposed to belong to them?
No.
A familiar slow burn of anger crawled up her spine. Her skin felt hot, her pulse too loud in her ears.
"I don't car
