Third Person's POV
Ever since Sabrina laid eyes on Alpha Lance, her gaze became transfixed, her heart racing.
She had fantasized about becoming his lover or even a breeder in the Blackthorn Pack—a humble position she'd gladly accept, given her family's decline in the Bloodmoon Pack.
But now, hearing that Adelaide, the former Luna nearly expelled from their pack, was to become Lance's mate, jealousy gripped her like a vice.
Her agitation was palpable, her mint pheromones laced with envy.
"You're nothing but Alpha Ulrik's discarded mate! How dare you aspire to be Alpha Lance's Luna?" she spat.
"Silence!" Rosemary's wolf claws shattered the ornate armrest, moonstone shards scattering as her pheromones flared with sulfuric fury.
As the former Bloodmoon Pack's Luna, she knew what Adelaid
