Aurora’s POV
The moment the maid whispered that the Alpha had summoned me to the dining hall, I felt a chill trace down my spine.
It wasn’t the time. Alexander never called for me this early. Still, I fixed my posture, smoothed the skirt of my gown, and walked toward the dining room with the calm dignity expected of a Luna.
Until I stepped past the double doors.
And saw it.
My chair. Moved.
It took a moment for my eyes to fully process the absurdity. The servants had rearranged the seating. Where once I had always sat, to Alexander’s right, the Luna’s rightful place… there was now a different presence.
Nova.
She was sitting on my chair.
The Luna’s chair—ornate, carved with the crest of my family and the golden sun symbol passed down through generations of Lunas. Its legs were poli
