Third Person's POV
"What do you mean 'garbage'? I'm sharing the finer things in life with Luna Seraphina!"
Velda shouted back from behind Seraphina's shoulder, her voice full of snark. "Are you just jealous because my 'boys' are younger, wilder, and have better cardio than you?"
She tilted her chin up, mimicking their father's arrogant pose. "Oh—I almost forgot. Isn't your heart already full with your precious Vivian? Why do you care if I find the Luna a fresh set of eyes? Don't be a hypocrite, Mortimer."
"Velda!!!" Mortimer's pulse was hammering in his throat. He was one sentence away from losing his mind.
Had everyone signed a pact to bury him today?
Sabotaging his mating, dragging up his history—was this how a family was supposed to act?
"See, Luna? One mention of his darling Viv
