The King's Cursed Luna
She holds her breath, but her lips part, inhaling the scent of the unknown male…, the pheromones of an alpha.
“Vega… Could you get some more of… Huh, those dumplings?” Rhea swallows dryly, forcing a smile on her lips. She needs to get out of there as soon as possible.
“Yeah, we can go…”
“I'll wait for Atria.” Rhea interrupts her urgently, looking at the Lycan, who is approaching a tall warrior, so broad-shouldered he could easily hug two of her.
Vega just nods, after all, that's her queen's wish. Even though a bad feeling also sneaks into her heart, she turns her back and walks away, disguising herself in the crowd, leaving the Queen alone.
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