Jasmin's POV
When my mother passed away, my father tore the practice sword from my grasp and shoved a pristine dollhouse into my empty hands.
The friends I had trained beside vanished overnight, replaced by the polished daughters of Alphas. My spot on the training grounds disappeared, stolen away and substituted with the stifling walls of the Play Room, where they carved me into the perfect image of what a Luna should be.
Obey your mate without hesitation.
Execute his commands without question.
Only speak when he grants permission.
Satisfy your husband's needs in the bedroom, serve your pack as their Luna, and most crucially, bear him a son.
An heir to carry on his legacy.
Then came the day I dared to ask my father a simple question. Why must the heir be a son? Why not a daughter?
His response cut through me like a blade forged in winter's heart. "Women lack strength."
Those words split something deep within my soul.
