Chapter 21 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN SECOND PART
ALORA
My new quarters are beautiful. That's the worst part. A spacious room with silk curtains and a private bathroom. Everything a slave could dream of.
And all I can think about is the door connecting my room to his.
"It's not locked," Sarah says quietly, helping me unpack. "He can come in whenever he wants."
The implication hangs heavy between us.
"Has he ever..." I can't finish the question.
"No. Never." She smooths the covers. "That's not his way. He doesn't force. But he does demand submission."
"I can't submit to him, Sarah. I can't—"
"Then you need to leave." She grabs my hands. "Tonight. Before this goes any further."
She's right. I should run. But my wolf howls in protest at the thought of leaving him.
"I can't run," I whisper. "He'll catch me."
"Then fight. Or submit. Those are your only choices now." Sarah heads for the door. "Dinner's in an hour. Don't be late."
Alone, I sink onto the bed. How did everything go so wrong?
The moon is only two days from full. My heat builds stronger every moment. Soon I won't be able to suppress her anymore.
Soon he'll see exactly what I am.
A knock on the connecting door makes me jump.
"Dinner, little wolf," his voice calls through the wood. "Don't make me come get you."
I smooth my silk robe and open the door.
Time to play the obedient slave.
Even though we both know I'm anything but.