"Second master?" Kieran asked, genuinely stunned by her words.
From the moment he'd summoned Alexa, she had been nothing short of fierce—unyielding and powerful.
If they hadn't already formed a contract, he was certain she would've ripped his head off the moment she appeared.
She was stubborn, ruthless, and overwhelmingly prideful.
And now she was saying someone had once owned her? Not just one master—but two?
Kieran let out a long breath, a tired expression settling on his face. His eyes half-lidded, mouth drawn into a flat line.
'Of course... that explains why his aura felt so terrifying. He's probably just as unhinged as she is,' he thought, the exasperation in his chest barely concealed.
Fortunately, Alexa couldn't hear his thoughts. She was too wrapped up in her own past.
"Yes," she replied, her voice low. "The king of the beast elves captured me years ago. He defeated me with ease. But rather than bond with me, he gave me to his son—Castan."
