"I will tie you to the bedpost, fuck you like a slut until you're screaming and pleading for mercy in fifty different languages, Phoebe. Mark my words." He vowed and my face seared with humiliation. Wasn't it laughable that I was not humiliated because of his words, but because of what the thoughts that lingered at the back of my mind were? I wanted every bit of it. The crazy wild sex, the toxic bond… somehow—the sound of them set my soul on fire. I wanted it all. ____ Phoebe Skywalker is a humble maid in the mansion of the Prestigious Blue Moon’s Alpha. When she is chosen as the Moon's Chosen who is destined to mate with the Alpha, no one expected this taboo as only elites were allowed to become the Luna. Unable to tolerate this humiliation, the arrogant Alpha rejects her. But the Alpha Council intervenes, forcing him to mate with the unlikely chosen one. Phoebe becomes the pack’s Luna but Alpha Kaene would never open his heart to her… or so he thought. When he tries his best to intimidate her, promising her unending nights of merciless lovemaking, Kaene doesn't expect the feisty side of Phoebe that he soon comes to discover. The taboo Luna shocks everyone as she not only shines in conquering enemies but also in stealing the heart of the stoic Alpha Kaene.
As I played around the glass of iced tea, I waited patiently, expecting someone.
It didn't take long for Rowland to materialize beside me, a grin on his face.
"The traitor after Alpha Kaene's life has been confirmed," I stated casually like it was another Monday. "Do you have any information on changes with Catherine or her plans?"
Rowland had been helping me spy on Catherine, monitoring her movements to make sure she didn't do anything that would endanger Phoebe's life.
The woman was a ticking time bomb and I couldn't let her deviate away from the plan I had set for her.
"Nothing new with her. She's just been going around making some calls relating to the Ball last night." Rowland shook his head but then added. "Would you like me to spy on Elsa Thatcher too?"
I arched an eyebrow, glancing at Rowland.
"Don't tell me you have your eyes on her?" I asked with an amused tone.