The Second Collar
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Grief doesn't unchain desire. It only buries it deeper.
Six months after the loss of her Dominant, Luna hides in a quiet beach town, chasing empty nights and forgetting what it means to feel owned, seen... or alive.
But when old friends from the world she left behind show up unannounced, Luna is faced with a choice: keep running from her grief or return to the life she was trained to crave.
Under the watchful eyes of those who once called her "his," Luna must decide if she's ready to kneel again-not out of memory, but for herself. The second collar isn't a replacement... it's a rebirth.
Raw. Real. Sensual. A story of submission, loss, and finding your way back into the darkness you were meant to live in
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