Elena's POV
The night wind carried the chill, sweeping across the screen.
Selene's fiery red skirt fluttered in the breeze, like a she-wolf's courting plumage.
The expression on her face was equally jarring—smug, brazen, and the proud arrogance of a victor.
She was tightly nestled in Pheisar's embrace.
Their scents mingled, so sweet and thick it seemed to waft out of the screen—
To everyone else, they truly looked like a couple blessed by fate.
The second video showed them in a room that looked painfully familiar.
Pheisar gently set Selene down on the edge of a desk.
She still clung to his neck, whining that her stomach hurt.
He carefully rubbed her abdomen—
His movements were too gentle for a decisive Alpha.
Then she complained about a cramped calf.
He knelt down, raising his
