Dravina POV
The woman, likely the head cook, was easy to single out. Her confident air and the subtle distinction in her clothing set her apart from the others bustling around her. She carried herself like she owned the room, but the hatred simmering in her gaze was unmistakable visceral, unapologetic. It would’ve been amusing if it weren’t so brazen.
"You’re not the first mistress to share his bed, Madam," she snapped, her voice laced with venom and derision. "Don’t overestimate your worth. Zenovia is our Luna, and not even Alpha Malrik can stop her from taking her rightful place here. You’d do well to start counting your days."
Her words weren’t just harsh they were heavy with years of allegiance, not to Malrik, but to Zenovia and Dashira. The depth of that loyalty radiated from every
