Elise’s POV
I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing—not just that she was standing there, but that she smelled like Lucian’s bed. She still carried the scent of his skin and his cologne.
She was shameless.
And all my confidence crumbled at the sight of her: proud, malicious, fully aware of the pain she was causing me.
“Lucian is taking a shower. Would you like to wait for him in the dining room? Should I order breakfast for you?” Morgana said, strutting in her baby doll. “Dorian, could you please set two more places at the table?” She spoke as if she already owned the pack house, as if she were already Luna.
“We’ve already eaten,” I said through gritted teeth, suppressing the fury that threatened to boil over—not just at Morgana, but at Lucian as well.
How could he do this to me?
