Punishment

LAYLA

The guards were relentless, their hands like iron as they dragged me and the maid away from the room.

My feet scraped against the cold stone floor, my heart pounding with fear and anger.

I glanced over at the maid, her face pale and stricken with terror. She stumbled as they pulled her, her small frame no match for their strength.

Behind us, the Lycan King stood tall,his presence commanding the room.

He said nothing, not a single word,as they took us away. I looked ...