Aria’s POV
“Queen Aria,” one of the maids called, walking into the dining room with a slight bow.
“What is it?” I asked, lifting my eyes lazily from the untouched food.
“Alpha Lucien won’t be joining you for breakfast. He has gone out.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
Who cares?
Now that I’ve accepted the mate bond with Alpha Lucien, I’ve become the Queen, above everyone in this pack who once mocked me, spat near my feet, and called me all sorts of vile names. The same people who used to roll their eyes at my presence now bow before me like I’m something sacred.
But even with all that, it feels hollow.
Because who really cares whether he eats with me or not?
I’m not used to this polygamous lifestyle. It feels strange. Forced. I still remember how Alpha Lucien, back when my mother was alive, nev
