It wasn’t until Sorenna noticed her that the world snapped back into cruel clarity.
“Luna Freya, why are you here?” Sorenna covered her mouth in pretend surprise as she clicked toward Freya in her high heels. Not the slightest hint of guilt crossed her face.
“Please don’t misunderstand,” she said sweetly. “Alpha Riven was just being kind. I wanted to be a mother so bad and he thought spending time with Kael would help me prepare.”
She clasped her hands together, feigning remorse. “If you’re upset, please direct it at me. It’s my fault. Alpha Riven and Kael are completely innocent.”
Sorenna played the helpless maiden to perfection, her amber eyes shimmering like a doe’s.
But while pretending to be fragile, she made sure Riven—looming right behind her—could see the faint bite-marks peeking from her collarbone.
“Enough. Freya isn’t the kind who clings to petty jealousy,” Riven muttered, rubbing his temples as irritation seeped into his voice. “There’s nothing here for her to misinterpret. Nothing happened.”
Before Sorenna could feign another excuse, he cut her off sharply, “Don’t you have a summit with the pack member? You should go now.”