Fury? Fury is Lady Celestia’s mate?
Fuck.
Suddenly, everything falls into place—No wonder they both acted so strangely around me... stiff, awkward, irritated. The Moon Goddess really has one hell of a sense of humor.
Whispers ripple through the pack like wildfire.
“They’re mates?”
“Lady Celestia... mated to a low-ranked pack warrior?”
“No, no. Fury’s not just any warrior—he’s the strongest one in the entire pack.”
“Strong or not, he’s still a nobody, not worthy of an Alpha King’s daughter.”
“I thought she’d end up with someone like Alpha Jack—not some nobody.”
Laughter follows that comment—ugly and loud.
I glance at Lady Celestia, just in time to see her face flush a deep, furious red—not from bashfulness, but from pure embarrassment. The smug, proud smirk slips off her face like
