POV: Serenya
Serenya reclines in the Luna's chamber, admiring her reflection in the polished silver mirror. Her honey-blonde hair falls in perfect waves. Her green eyes are bright and calculating. Her silks are the finest in the pack, marking her status.
She's Luna now. The position she always deserved. The position that should have been hers from the start.
Jasper sits at his desk across the room, reviewing pack business. He's been distant lately. Colder. Not the doting mate Serenya imagined when she finally claimed him.
But that will change. Once Araya is completely forgotten. Once Jasper fully accepts that Serenya is his true mate.
A knock at the door interrupts her thoughts.
"Enter," Jasper calls without looking up from his papers.
The door opens. Dorian steps inside, his expres
