Nolan's POV
"What the—" Ellie’s voice followed up my own in disbelief. “We’re… not getting a divorce?”
Felicity blinked at me before her hand slowly fell from her hip. “Hello? You’re not divorcing her? Nolan, didn’t you just say—?”
I couldn’t look at either of them. My eyes shut, hoping for a moment of clarity.
My gaze eventually fell instead on the omega maid still frozen beside Ellie, her eyes wide as saucers. She looked between the three of us like she had just stumbled into a room she had no business being in, and knew she had heard too much. Said too much.
“You,” I said, my tone low, controlled. “You were gossiping. About your Alpha. Your Luna. Out loud.”
The color drained from her face.
“I—Alpha, I didn’t mean—It wasn’t—I was just—”
“No excuse,” I snapped, voice sharper now
