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Trina stated. Jodi took a deep breath. “Well, he’s going to get reminded one way or another.” “Why does that sound ominous?” Jackie asked. “Because it was meant to be,” Jodi replied and started to come from behind the bar. “It’s time to announce to this one-horse town that their good time girl is back. I can advertise our Red Light Special night on Saturday all at the same time.” “Oh god, what are you cooking up?” Jackie groaned. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Jodi.”

She lay in a heap, the collar still tight around her neck. The screen went dark for a moment, then his face reappeared, calm, composed once more. “Excellent. The private feed is saved. For my personal collection. Your public debut is tomorrow night. The theme is ‘Daddy’s Spoiled Princess’. We will begin marketing it in four hours. Sleep well, Luna. You’ve earned it.” The connection severed. The screen went black.

I picked up my phone and called Noah. He answered on the second ring. “I was going to call you.” “Adrian sent an invitation to the Blackwood Foundation Gala.” A beat. “Handwritten note?” “Single line. His initial.” “He wants you visible,” Noah said. Not a question. “He wants to control the narrative of your return by positioning himself as the one who invited you back into that world. If you attend as his guest, even implicitly, it changes the story from Serena Vale returning as a competitor to Serena Vale returning to Adrian Blackwood’s orbit.”

"I can give you the platform to expose her. The legal team to protect you. The PR machine to control the narrative. All of it." "What's the catch?" "Smart girl." He sat back. "The catch is you do exactly what I say. When I say it. No questions. No hesitation." "That sounds like selling my soul." "No. That sounds like taking your power back." He pulled out his phone. Showed me a calendar. "There's a gala. Two weeks from now. Aiden's company is hosting. Seraphina will be there. Every camera in New York will be there." "So?"

He already told me he would make an announcement today and from what the princess had said, he already sent it out. “You made an announcement already.” I reminded him. “Yes, but it’s customary for the alpha to publicly mark the Luna of the pack.” “Okay, but how will you do it in public?” I asked. “It will be broadcast live everywhere in the Crimson Moon. I already made up my mind to make that day a public holiday so that everyone can watch from their homes.” “Everyone is going to watch us have sex? Even kids? That’s creepy.” I let out. He started laughing. I wonder what was so funny.

“If Zahir already came personally…” “Well unfortunately there’s nothing we can do about it tonight,” I interrupted while slowly forcing myself back upright with a painful sigh. “Something catastrophic is probably destined to happen during my coronation anyway, so honestly, everyone should mentally prepare themselves now.” “Lady Nilah…” “No,” I cut Sera off immediately while lifting a hand. “I’m done thinking about tonight. My brain physically cannot survive any more revelations.” I pointed weakly toward the door afterward. “Everybody leave. I want to sleep.”

"I need you to go to your publicist, call the top entertainment outlets, and officially announce that you and Owen have fully rekindled your relationship. Tell them you two spent the entire night together after the funeral, right here in this house." She blinks, caught off guard by the proposition. Her eyebrows shoot up behind her sunglasses. "You want me to claim we're back together?" "Yes," I say, forcing the words out of my throat even though it feels like swallowing glass. "If the public sees a statement from a high-society woman like you confirming that you and Owen are happily together and working through his grief as a couple, the narrative changes instantly. The photo of me and him w

A minute later, the phone vibrated. Elaine picked it up and read the message twice. Diplomatic dinner tonight. The summit opens with it. Come with me, and we can talk about your foundation there. - Adrian. She stared at the screen. By noon, she had resigned as acting Luna and severed her mindlink with her husband. By evening, Lucas would likely walk into that ballroom with the woman he had spent seven years choosing over her and expect the entire city to pretend nothing had changed. And now Adrian was inviting her into the same room on his own guest list.

My, her brain cells must be working overtime. “You’re worried about rumors of the Prince and I being together? Didn’t you already beat me to that rumor? You brought those reporters, Lady Karissa. Talk about a pot calling a kettle black.” “You shameless woman! You would try to seduce an already engaged man?” “Seduce? I’m sorry, by your logic, all the women sitting at this table are seducing the men at this table. We are CONTESTANTS on a reality TV show. We are all hoping that any of these alphas claim us as the worthy Luna. Otherwise, what is the point of being on the show? Prince Ambrose is also a contestant, Lady Karissa. Perhaps you should be more worried about why he doesn’t want to claim

Caelian leaned in slightly, always eager when he had a plan brewing. “I was thinking… face-to-face. Butter him up. Remind him who we are, what we offer. Make him feel like royalty.” “And how exactly do you suggest we do that?” I asked flatly. He smirked, looking smug for some reason. “I am inaugurating my new club next week. Big flashy thing. I say we invite him. Give him the works. VIP treatment. I’ll have the private suites ready—strippers, hookers, hookahs, anything he wants.”