"Have you seen the way he looks at her? It is absolutely shameless."
Selma’s voice was a hushed, scandalous whisper. She leaned closer to Duchess Vanya and Lady Elara, covering her red lips behind an intricately painted silk fan.
The three women were standing in the corner of the royal drawing room, pretending to admire a tapestry.
"The Protector?" Duchess Vanya gasped, her eyes widening with greedy delight. "I thought I was the only one who noticed! He hovers over the Luna like a starved beast."
"It is a disgrace," Selma sighed dramatically, shaking her head. "King Thane is far too kind. He brought this Eastern savage into his home, and how does the Alpha repay him? By lusting after the King's wife in broad daylight."
Lady Elara frowned, shifting uncomfortably. "Alpha Korren is just
