The Alpha Luna’s True Mate
He didn't hand her a drink or offer her a plate.
It was like she didn't even exist to him.
"The borders must be quiet if the great general has time to grace us with his presence," a noble sitting near me joked, raising a glass.
I didn't answer him. I just kept my eyes on my plate, cutting my meat with a little too much force.
Across from me, a minor lord from the northern packs leaned over to his neighbor, not bothering to lower his voice.
"She is just an omega who got lucky," the lord whispered, scoffing as he looked at Elira. "The Moon Goddess must have been blind the day she picked a maid's daughter to wear the crown."