“That slave is now the king’s priority,” the rumors spread, each version ending in shock and surprise from the servants who had witnessed what happened—and how protective the alpha had become in the past few days.
The whispers reached Maverick’s ears as he stood in the greenhouse, where two maids spoke without noticing him.
“Have you seen? It’s so strange—like Mistress Nyssa is fighting for the king’s attention, and all he focuses on is Celeste.”
“Don’t think too much of it. She’s just there for his pleasure. Don’t forget Princess Maeve is here; she might be the king’s Luna!” the other shrieked.
“We’ll see. The king hasn’t let anyone but Lady Muriel into his chambers since.”
And they were right. Celeste had been confined to Syzar’s chambers. Maverick had tried multiple times to see he
