Olivia's POV
The maids led me down a long corridor, their eyes studying me with barely concealed judgment. To them, I was nothing more than an unwanted mate, a pawn in a political game, a Luna in name only.
Finally, we arrived at a chamber that would apparently be mine. The door creaked open, revealing a lavishly decorated room with dark mahogany furniture, deep red silk curtains, and a massive bed draped in the finest sheets. A faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, but it did nothing to soothe me.
"Your bath is ready," Nala announced with a fake smile, gesturing to a large tub filled with warm water and rose petals. "We'll help you undress."
My frown deepened. The idea of them touching me, of them treating me like some fragile doll meant to be delivered to their Alphas, made my
