It was Sophia.
Her emotions were wildly unstable, thick with possessiveness and panic.
"Elara."
Her voice came through the communicator, frantic and agitated.
"Did Alpha go looking for you?!"
I did not answer. I could already picture her twisted expression.
She kept shrieking, "Don't you get smug. His going after you doesn't mean anything. I am the Luna!"
I was about to cut the call when her voice suddenly pitched higher, nearly a scream. "You think he will regret it now that you've left? What did you do to make him come after you? Did you seduce him? You shameless Omega..."
The insults did not sting me.
I finally spoke, my tone calm. "Sophia, there is no need for you to assume I did anything. If you feel uneasy, the problem lies with you, or with him. Not with me."
Rapid breathi
