The fabric hugged her body like magic, molding to her curves like it had been sewn for her under moonlight. Her reflection in the mirror stole her breath. She didn’t look like a stray anymore. She looked like royalty. No! like divine vengeance wrapped in lace and f*****g diamonds.
She turned to ask, “Seriously, though, where’d you get this?”
But the maid was already moving toward the door. “I just received a mind-link from the Alpha,” she said quickly, voice tight. “I have to go. Enjoy your night.”
And she was gone.
Maya stood there alone, glowing in diamonds.
One minute, the world hated her. The next, they watched her like she was the f*****g moon goddess herself.
She walked out slowly, the scent of rare orchids trailing behind her, each step drawing gasps and murmurs. Conversations
