Karen's face was a canvas of emotions, a wild expression of fear, shock, and confusion. Her eyes were wide with alarm, her mouth agape like a lost soul as she stared at Alpha Damion, who had a thick scowl etched on his forehead.

The long brown leather belt still clutched in his firm grasp, seemed to loom over her like a cruel specter, a painful reminder of the punishment she might be forced to endure if she didn't act fast.

The sudden, unexpected demand to strip had left her reeling. It was a jarring departure from the norm, as Damion had shown little interest in her nudity since she became...