Lucien stood like a statue.
No movement.
No breath.
No command left on his tongue.
Because Sera…wrecked, trembling, chained with her cunt still exposed and her mouth red from the slick he’d fed her…was looking him in the eye like she wasn’t scared anymore.
Like she wasn’t his anymore.
“Let me finish, Alpha.”
That word, Alpha, didn’t come from her lips like a title.
It came like a challenge.
Like she was ready to rip it from his name and grind it under her heel.
No had said that to him.
No one ever f*****g dared.
But Sera?
Sera was lying there, chained, wrecked, her cunt still glistening from his fingers, her face wet with tears, her thighs parted from the restraint he’d clipped to the bedpost…
…and she was daring.
He stared at her like she’d just grown fangs.
And Sera? She
