almost being the Luna of the Pack, I had become an outcast. Nothing but a toy for the Lycan King to play with when he's horny. I leaned my head against the iron bars of the cage and shut m

away. One of them, a woman with auburn hair and sharp eyes, Sienna, approached. "I see you've met Loralei." She whined, circling me as she glared. "And she doesn't like me," I grunted, forcing a smile. "Nobody liked you here, breeder!" Sienna snapped and stepped out of the room while the other ladies followed, except one. Anwen approached me with a grin. "So, you're the new breeder." There was no cruelty in her tone, but there was no warmth either. "King Leofric sent word that you were to be escorted to his chambers immediately." A chill ran down my spine, but I kept my expression void. "So soon? I would have thought he'd let his prize breathe first." Her lips pressed into a thin line. "King Leofric doesn't play games. He takes what is his." I stiffened. My body was not his. My soul wasn't his. No matter what this cursed fate tried to tell me. "Then let's not keep him waiting," I said, my voice was sharper than intended. "Let's get you dressed." The bath was so good that I almost forgot that I was in a cage. "This looks better," Anwen complimented, glancing at me. "Follow me," She added and stepped out of the door before I could respond. The walk to the King's chamber was short, but my heart pounded faster with every step. When we stopped before the double doors at the end of the corridor, my escort knocked once, then stepped aside. "Enter," came the deep command from within. And there he was. Leofric stood by the fireplace, a goblet of wine in his hand. He didn't look at me immediately. Instead, he took a slow sip of wine before finally turning, his golden eyes locking onto mine. A lazy smirk curled his lips. "You're adjusting well." I didn't respond. He set the goblet down and stepped cl