“How could that unranked warrior—that stupid, wolfless nobody—be the Alpha King’s mate?”
Hazel paced the length of the chamber like a caged predator, silk skirts swishing angrily around her legs as her fingers curled into fists. She couldn’t take the way the two Alpha talk about that wolfless b***h, so, she left them and went to her room. The walls of her room, once a sanctuary of luxury and mirrors, now felt too small, too confining for the fury clawing through her chest.
“And Asher,” she hissed, lips curling in disgust. “Declaring her as his mate as well. As if that… that thing deserves to be claimed by anyone at all.”
Her reflection stared back at her from the polished glass—golden hair immaculate, eyes blazing with venom. She was beautiful. She was powerful. She was Luna.
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