Lilith’s voice echoed in her mind like oil on fire.
“Still trying to call for your precious men? You’re so predictable, little princess. It’s pathetic.”
Lunae tried to push her back with every Claw. Bite. Burn. But every time she surged forward, Lilith crushed her back down.
“You don’t get to be the goddess today, Lunae. I do. And I’m going to f**k your King. Right in front of you.”
Lilith turned from the mirror and continued toward the King’s chambers.
Meanwhile, outside the palace walls, chaos raged. The rogue werelion roared through the outer courtyards, blood already dripping from its claws.
Lilith slipped into the King’s private quarters. The room was warm, dimly lit by flickering sconces. She padded over the thick fur rug and let Lunae’s robe fall from her shoulders. Her stole
