FORSYTHIA’S POV
“The Alpha absolutely loved it,” Unila giggled to the other servants standing in a secluded corner of the garden.
I wasn't intentionally eavesdropping; I just happened to overhear them while visiting the garden we had recently cultivated.
Whether it was accidental or deliberate, Unila was speaking well within my earshot. It seemed as though she wanted to challenge me.
“He said I did it better.”
Another burst of laughter erupted from the group of servants. My head spun as the image of Unila wrapping her arms around Mak’s neck flashed through my mind. Good Lord, had she blown him right before or immediately after I left?
That day, I had asked myself what I wanted to do about it. But what right did I have to decide who the Alpha could sleep with? Even as the Luna, everyo
