Third Person's POV
"Does it ever get embarrassing? Dragging yourself here every time when everyone knows your mate doesn't even see you?" Felicity stepped closer, her maids shadowing her like vultures.
Her voice went from acid to a low, jagged taunt.
"Don't blame me for being blunt, Sera. I just hate seeing a mediocre she-wolf like you waste her youth on a contract that's already a corpse. Mortimer is an Alpha—you know exactly what kind of man he is. You can charm him all you want, but it doesn't change the fact that you're a ghost in this territory."
Felicity took another step, her eyes narrowing. "If I were you, I'd have the self-respect to pack my bags and disappear. Even the omegas know you've lost your grip."
The lead maid let out a muffled, mocking snicker. She scanned Seraphina
