Seraphina:
The room was too quiet.
Too clean.
Too controlled.
And no matter how furious I was, I knew that it would not change the facts.
They’d locked me in like I was some kind of liability, me. Seraphina. The woman who had stood at Alexander’s side for years. The woman everyone once assumed would be Luna. The woman who gave orders and said no to others.
Now I wasn’t even allowed to walk the halls without guards, without men or women reporting my every breath to the Alpha.
I paced, nails biting into my palms, fury coiling tighter with every step. The maid incident had changed everything. The looks. The whispers. The way power had slipped through my fingers so easily it made me sick.
She hesitated, and that hesitation made everything clearer than it should have been. It spread do
