Silence. Two seconds.Then Lydia's voice trickled through the mind link, sweet as poison. "Casbian, look.""That lace neckline—don't you think it's prettier than the last one?"And Casbian's voice, so soft I barely knew it. "They're all beautiful.""You could wear a sackcloth and still be beautiful, my Luna."My Luna.He never called me that.I was his mate. But those two words—that title—he handed it to a woman who had no bond with him at all.I screamed through the link. "Casbian! I'm begging you!""Shut your mouth.""Still using your sister for sympathy?""Is there no end to your shamelessness?""An Alpha's mate squatting in the Grey Zone, weeping and begging. How do you think it makes us look?"I pleaded. "Casbian, Maya is bleeding. It's real.""Enough, Ivy."His voice came back colder than a winter wind. "Today is Lydia's dress fitting. As future Luna, every moment of her time matters more than whatever drama you're inventing. Get a hold of yourself."The link severed from his sid
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