Chapter 62

Selene's POV

The café was called Rosebrew Hollow—a quiet, tucked-away spot just outside the pack’s eastern gates. It was small but elegant, the kind of place where people pretended to be polite while hiding knives behind their smiles.

I sat at a corner table under a cherry blossom tree, my fingers wrapped tightly around a cup of herbal tea I had no intention of drinking. My mind was too loud, and too suspicious.

Why did Elara ask me to come here?

From what Lisa had told me, it looked like Elara had already won. She had Victor’s attention, his time, and maybe even his bed. What more did she want?

I didn’t have to wait long for answers because she arrived five minutes later. Her dress was tight, short, and sparkling like she had poured herself into it. Every man in the café turned to look. But her eyes? They were locked on me.

“Selene,” she said sweetly, sliding into the seat across from me like we were old friends meeting for brunch. “Hope you weren’t waiting long.”

I gave her a blank