The Alpha’s Dead Luna
I let it sit there, letting curiosity build, letting anticipation do its work.
“There’s a circle,” I said finally, my voice lowering just enough to make it feel exclusive. “A private one. Very selective.”
Her eyes dropped to the folder, then back to me. “Go on.”
“A group of women,” I continued, “wives of the most powerful men in the world. But not just wives, women who control their households, their wealth, their influence. Women who aren’t just seen… but respected.”
I saw it the moment it hit her.
That spark.
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