“I’ve seen her before,” the Beta said again, louder this time, with a wicked smirk that spread like venom across his lips as he knocked Lucien’s hands off his neck. His eyes didn’t leave Sera. “Oh, I f*****g know her.”
Sera’s lungs seized. Her stomach knotted so hard it felt like her ribs would cave in. She pressed her thighs together on instinct, but it was too late.
The wolves turned.
All of them.
Every single Alpha. Every Beta. Every elder with their f*****g judgmental mouths. They turned to her like predators catching the scent of a broken thing that dared to breathe in their presence.
The Beta stepped forward, slow, like a man stalking a kill. “She’s the Vale little bastard,” he hissed, licking his teeth. “Alpha Vale’s stain. The one his Luna gave birth to after opening her legs
