CHAPTER 11 – The Taste of Her Tea

Merrin’s POV

The noise started before the moon had even climbed high.

My chamber walls shook with their voices, three women clawing for a night in my bed.

“Because I’m the youngest,” Lady Mirella shrieked, “and the most beautiful! The Alpha would rather have me than two old hens.”

Emily’s laughter rang sharp and mean, like glass shattering in the dark.

“Beautiful?” she sneered. “You barely know how to please a man. You think our husband wants a girl who can’t even handle his d!ck, let alone satisfy him?”

Mirella bristled, her cheeks burning red.

“At least I’m not a dried-up old hag like you, Emily. Alpha wants someone who can keep up with him, not someone who needs a nap after a quick fvck.”

I couldn’t help but smirk. Their petty squabbles had become a twisted kind of entertainment, three wolves tearing at each other’s throats for the scraps of a man who’d long stopped caring.

Then Celine’s cold voice cut through the noise like a knife.

“Enough. I’m the first wife, the rightful Luna.