Chapter Eleven - Green-Eyed Monster

Selene’s POV

Kane was mine. Mine! And yet he was spending the majority of his time with that little slut. Was it my fault if Father had insisted I honour my vow of celibacy right up until the mating ceremony? It didn’t mean we couldn’t do other things, but at every turn I was thwarted.

Because I couldn’t take it out on his new slave, I made sure the Omegas knew of my wrath. One in particular. That sly redhead looked like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. I was sure she knew her way around a man’s cock though wasn’t about to ask for any pointers.

Even worse, I had to keep that old bitch company every other afternoon. Her maid was even older, with a face which reminded me of the lines on Willard Crag. At least some of the Alpha’s Suite was soundproofed – I made it my business to know such things – meaning I could embroider in peace without having to listen to the headboard banging and the throaty moans of his latest concubine.

While I was saying, “Yes, Mrs Truman,” and “No, Mrs Truman,