Not Enough Time New Luna Werew

"Stop! Let her go." A deep voice roared from outside of the dungeon forcing the guard leader's hand to hang in the air. Luciana gasped and fell to the ground, groaning as her wounded sore body came in contact with the hard cold floor but somehow grateful for the distraction and whoever it was that gave her a minute to breathe even if she knew it wouldn't last for long. All the eyes turned towards the figure. Anyone that could make the guard leader cower at his voice must be someone highly important. The figure walked into the dungeon room straight to Luciana where she lay helplessly on the ground. He towered over her with his penetrating eyes hovering over her. Then he gulped thickly. How could it be? The question pondered in his head as he stared down at the weak girl curled up and trembling before him whom a strange fragrance had drawn him to. Could she be ...his mate… "No…no way..." he muttered under his breath, taking a foot backward. There was no way he would agree to being mate to a weakling and a slave. Never. Find out the fate of the rejected Slave Mate...