The mansion's corridors felt alive with secrets as I wandered them alone after midnight. The air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and betrayal. Mother’s house was no longer just a home — it was a battlefield where power, jealousy, and desire clashed in the shadows. Alexander had retired to the master suite, his body still humming with the afterglow of claiming me earlier, but I couldn’t sleep. The bond pulled at me, a constant reminder of my place as his claimed Luna.
I heard soft moans from the servant’s wing. The door to the private quarters was ajar. I peered inside and froze. Mother was on her knees, completely naked, her face buried between the thighs of her young handmaiden. The girl, barely twenty, gripped Mother’s hair with both hands, hips rolling as she rode her face with sha
