"I need to make this clear since it seems like you're drifting away," he said, gripping her throat tightly, causing her to struggle and desperately kick to break free. Tears streamed down her face as she fought back against his hold. "You're not my sovereign, nor my life partner or lunar companion. You're simply a plaything, meant for my amusement and pleasure. Until I break you completely and decide whether to discard you or not," he snarled coldly, his predatory gaze freezing me with fear. "But...but..." she sobbed, unable to find any words to defend herself. It's true, she had been reduced to nothing more than a toy. Her entire existence was marred by the hatred of her own father and stepmother, who believed she had taken her mother's place. Tragically, to settle an immense debt, she was forced into servitude, becoming a pawn in the hands of a ruthless pack steeped in deceit and animosity. Each passing day, her life crumbled further, leaving her with little hope. Despite not being legally bound as his wife or queen, she was still merely a breeder, and every encounter with this captor seemed to push her towards an even darker fate. Now that she was trapped, with no escape from the man who had purchased her and claimed her as his mate, what could she possibly do?
