A cloaked figure stopped at the brothel nestled near the park's edge, its dim lanterns flickering in the evening gloom. She watched as a servant hurried toward her.
"Is my husband inside?" she demanded.
"Yes, Luna. But—"
Before the servant could finish, Kara was already striding past him, her heels striking hard against the cobblestone path.
The air inside was thick with sweat, wine, and sin. Women draped themselves over men in shadowed corners, their garments slipping indecently low. Soft moans and drunken laughter filled the room. Kara’s stomach churned, but she pressed on.
At the end of the hall, she reached a curtained chamber where Alpha Ethan's guard stood, his face blanching when he saw her.
"My lady," the guard stammered, stepping aside.
Kara ignored him, seized the curtain,
