“From this day forward,” I continued, my voice hard, final, “you are stripped of your title, your future, and your station. You are no longer heir to Luna's seat. You are cast down to the lowest rank of this pack. An Omega.”
I used my power as the Alpha and took away her powers and made her weak.
Her pained screams tore through the chamber, raw and guttural, echoing like a wounded animal. The glow she had of Luna completely vanished now she looked very ordinary.
She collapsed, her chains clattering against the stone as she clawed at the floor, sobbing and begging. “Please, Alpha Gideon! Don’t do this! I’ll do anything, just please give me back my power—I’ll serve you, I’ll beg, I’ll—”
Her words tumbled, frantic, desperate and meaningless, but I did not bend as I made my mind as hard as
