Elena's POV
Sunlight flooded the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
I'd slept in way past dawn, and as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I saw my phone was already a graveyard of missed alerts from Pheisar.
Reading his "apologies," I couldn't help but feel the irony.
If he'd asked to mate with me a few months ago, I would've been over the moon.
But now? I'd already collected enough disappointments to fill a stadium.
"What a psycho," I muttered with a cold laugh.
Suddenly, a message from Selene popped up on my comm-stone.
It was a photo with a timestamp: 1:00 AM last night.
In the picture, Selene was wearing a lace nightgown that left nothing to the imagination, sitting daintily on Pheisar's lap.
Pheisar's lips were pressed against her chest.
The vibe was so thick with tha
