Pet on Display
Gaius no longer pretended Maisie had any freedom left.
From the moment he woke until he chained her beside his bed at night, she was within arm’s reach. “Pack property must be protected,” he told the elders when one dared to question why the Beta’s daughter now followed the Alpha like a shadow. No one argued after that. Not when his eyes promised violence.
She stood behind his chair during every pack meeting, silent and still, hands clasped in front of her, eyes on the floor. The chain was gone during the day—he replaced it with something worse. A thin leather collar hidden beneath the high neck of her dress, attached to a discreet leash he kept looped around his wrist. One tug and she moved. One yank and she knelt.
Today the hall was full again. Visiting alphas from two
