It started with whispers.
Selene didn't raise her voice when she spoke about me—she didn't need to. Her words were poison laced with honey, spreading like wildfire through the pack.
"An omega pretending to be Luna. That sucks."
"Carrying the Alpha's heir doesn't make her worthy. She's just an omega. A filthy one."
"Even mistakes can get pregnant. What a world."
Every time I entered a room, silence fell. Every time I walked away, laughter followed. I tried to ignore it, tried to keep my head down, but Selene made sure I couldn't.
At first, it was small things.
My clean laundry disappearing from the lines.
A plate of food "accidentally" dropped into the dirt before I could touch it.
The sneer of a warrior when I passed, his loyalty tied not to me, but to Selene's bloodline.
But the
