Third Person's POV
As far as this contract was concerned, Seraphina had a clear conscience.
She'd stuck to the "no interference" clause and played the part of the perfect, poised Luna whenever the cameras were rolling.
"What about you?" she asked, her voice as detached as a quarterly earnings report. "Weren't you just checking boxes the whole time, too?"
Mortimer opened his mouth to snap back, to claim some high ground, but the look in her eyes—cold, bordering on pity—killed the words in his throat.
He couldn't deny it.
When he first slid that agreement across the table, he saw her as a strategic asset.
A way to shut up the pack elders and clear the path for his empire.
Seraphina had been the perfect mate because she was low-maintenance.
She never demanded his time, never caused a
