The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 273 He just turned on his heel and left, still holding his bloody wrist. It was only once he was gone that I let out a shaky breath and pressed my hand to my racing heart. Deirdre's POV A lowly slave. That was what I had become. Once, I was the Rogue King's right-hand woman. Then, I was Gideon's Luna. I didn't think it was possible for me to rise any higher in the ranks. But now... I was a lowly fucking servant, being forced to carry trays of food the bitch wouldn't eat, dump her chamber pot, make her bed.

The worst part was that I couldn't even do anything about it because Asher had gotten it into his head that she was some kind of princess and not just a broodmare to help him produce his heirs. I grit my teeth as I raked her shirt over the washboard. The water in the tub was ice- cold, turning the tips of my fingers red. "Did you hear?" one of the other slaves whispered. "An Alpha's scent was picked up by the hunters today. I wonder if he came for her!" I froze. Were they talking about Gideon? Had he tracked Avery down?

opportunity to fix things. If he was close, then I could find him. I knew these woods better than most. Besides, how could I stay here like this? As a slave? I

paid me any mind as I walked away from my work. That was the one good thing about being a slave: no one notices you most of the time. I managed to make it all the way to the gates of the camp 1/2 Chapter 273 before a guard spotted me. "Where do you think you're going, slave?" He glanced at the heavy silver chains binding my ankles together, keeping me from running and shifting. +25 Bonus I smiled and held up the basket I'd picked up along the way. "Collecting herbs for the princess's abortion." The guard stared at me for a moment. My heart raced,

the forest path until I knew I was out of sight. Then, I began to run. As much as I could, at least, but it wasn't easy with the chains. I could have found a key to unlock them before I left, but I needed them if I was going to make Gideon pity me. I'd need to rough myself up, too, I realized. I dropped to the ground and rolled back and forth, dirtying my clothes