Halfway through my Mating Ceremony, my sister Seraphina suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me and started banging her head on the sacred ground.
“Lyra, please release Callum back to me. Just as you commanded, I submitted to those thirty rogue wolves. Please, just let me go!”
My mate-to-be, Alpha Callum Blackthorn, completely lost it.
He canceled the ceremony right there. Then Callum ordered his enforcers to drag me to “Blood Moon Den,” the most notorious punishment territory for disgraced wolves, to “pay for what I'd done.”
For two months, they forced me to serve rogues non-stop while whipping me with silver — tipped ropes, even impairing my ability to shift.
After that, Callum finally remembered me.
But I just kept my head down, numbly kneeling at his feet, skillfully took off my clothes…
