Eleanor was as beautiful as an angel, even when she was pale from the blood loss and pain. Her attractive features enticed Damien, who couldn't take his eyes off her. All his mistresses were gorgeous and voluptuous, but none of them could compete with Eleanor.
He intended to keep this little witch with him as his healer. After seeing her, he changed his mind. Such a unique piece could be only his.
Beauty and power in one woman.
She was the one who could lead the valley alongside him.
Damien had not yet found his mate and had no intention of ever finding her. Eleanor piqued his interest, and he planned to make her his Luna.
"Sleeping beauty," he murmured, brushing his calloused knuckles against her cheek. "You are now under my protection. I will punish everyone who has bullied you."
He walked out of the room and instructed the maids to take good care of her.
At the Moon Keepers…
