Lyra's POV
The contract felt like ice in my hands. Each line was a fresh humiliation, each clause designed to strip away everything that made me human.
The first section outlined my primary function. Several months to conceive. Clinical insemination using sterile containers. A detailed schedule provided by his medical team. They had reduced me to breeding stock, nothing more than a vessel for his heir.
The second part detailed my performance requirements. I would wear Daphne's intended wardrobe. Stand beside him at pack gatherings. Smile on command and speak only when addressed. The perfect Luna facade without an ounce of actual authority.
The third section focused on submission. Multiple mentions of the word submit. I would never question his commands. Never challenge his judgment. Never act without his explicit permission. Total obedience in all matters.
My fingers had stopped trembling. The numbness was spreading up my arms.
