CHAPTER 7

BRIANNA’S POV

“So you come into my castle as nothing more than a slave my husband had bought out of mercy,” I stood, glued to the ground as the Luna walked around me. Like a razor, her eyes prickled my being and her voice sounded somewhat jealous, angry, proud and above all territorial. At that moment, there was no difference between her and a tigress waiting to feast on the flesh of her prey. “Wear an exquisite gown befitting only for a Luna like me and still go ahead to ...