“You’ve been quiet,” he said, stepping inside. His presence was suffocating, his tone laced with false concern. “You need to accept your place, Calla. The sooner you stop fighting, the easier it will be.”
“My place?” I snapped, my defiance flaring. “As your prisoner? Your pawn?”
His eyes darkened, his voice low. “You’re my Luna. You’ll act like it, whether you like it or not.”
When he moved closer, I backed away, panic rising as he reached for me. But before he could touch me, a voice cut through the tension.
“Is this how you treat your Luna, brother?”
Felix stepped out of the shadows, his presence steady and unyielding. Jacob turned, fury etched into his face. “What are you doing here?”
Felix’s gaze remained on me. “Calla, are you all right?”
Jacob’s growl deepened. “Stay out of this. She’s mine to control.”
Felix’s eyes flicked to his brother, his voice calm but firm. “If you keep treating her like property, you’ll lose her—and more than you realize.”
The tension crackled, but Jacob eventually stormed out, slamming the door behind him. The silence that followed was heavy, but Felix’s presence brought a sense of calm.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.