Desiree POV
The lady walked seductively into the room as if she owned the place, her hips swaying confidently with every step. Before any of us could react, she rushed forward and threw herself into Brandon’s arms, clinging to him like she belonged there.
My chest tightened instantly.
“Who are you?” Brandon demanded coldly, his nose flaring in clear disgust as he tried to pry her off him.
“Don’t you recognize your Luna anymore? It’s me, Celine,” she gasped dramatically, clinging even tighter to him like a desperate vine.
A spark of recognition flashed in my mind.
I had seen her before.
We had competed in the cooking competition together.
She was Elder Maeve’s daughter.
But seeing her now, wrapped around my mate like she had every right to be there, made something dark and possessi
