CHAPTER 18
The room was filled with soft jazz, flickering candles, and rich laughter that didn’t belong to her.
Selene sat still, her eyes on the woman across the table, the one who had walked in like she owned the world, like she still owned Damien.
She is Tall, elegant, wrapped in red silk and smug. Her name was Clarissa, and the moment she laid eyes on Selene, she smiled like a cat about to devour a bird.
“Oh,” Clarissa said sweetly, eyes drifting lazily over Selene’s dress, her tone full of poison, “You’re Damien’s… wife? I must say, that was unexpected”.
Selene kept her lips tight, her hands clenched under the table.
Clarissa laughed softly, sipping her wine, “I suppose we all make mistakes in our youth, but marriage? Damien always said he’d never settle. I guess even wolves can
