Chloe’s pov
I sat on the edge of the armchair in the main parlor, my fingers tightly interlaced over my knee to keep them from shaking.
Pack law was an invisible cage, but it held me tighter than any iron bars Fernando had ever locked me behind. According to the old treaties, a contract Luna could not leave the territory without the Alpha’s explicit written consent or an official decree of release from the pack elders.
Nash had refused to sign my release. He’d refused to let me step through the gates. And now, I was trapped in this manor, forced to endure the agonizing daily display of him favoring another woman over me.
Every morning was a new lesson in humiliation.
I watched from the shadows of the upper mezzanine as Nash walked down the grand staircase, his heavy hand resting poss
