Selena's pov.
I studied her for a moment. She wasn’t like the others. She didn’t look at me with fear or awe. She seemed almost... curious. That could be useful.
"Yes," I said, my voice soft but firm. "Tell me about the Alpha’s mate. Ivy."
The maid hesitated. Her eyes flickered nervously, but she answered.
“She’s... quiet. Very quiet. Keeps to herself, mostly. The others in the pack don’t know much about her. Only what they’ve been told.” She paused, as if considering how much to say. “Some say she has a... connection with the Moon Goddess. Like she’s touched by her somehow. That’s why she’s so... special.”
I grimaced, the bitter taste of jealousy rising in my throat. The Moon Goddess had nothing to do with it. Ivy was nothing but a weak, pitiful Omega playing at being the Alpha’s mat
