At those words, Riven’s face turned instantly cold. “You’re stepping over the boundary.”
Seeing her fright, he softened again and gathered her into his arms. “You know I barely lay a hand on her anymore. Isn’t that proof enough of how much you mean to me?”
Sorenna cried softly. But affection wasn’t enough. She wanted the Luna crown.
She was tired of lurking in the shadows like a thief.
Her gaze dropped to her flat stomach. One moon day, she would give Riven a reason to cast Freya aside willingly and do the mating ceremony with her.
Meanwhile, Freya wandered aimlessly through the Alpha Council’s labyrinthine halls, not knowing where to go.
Eventually, she pushed open an unused chamber door and stepped inside—the darkness within mirroring the hollow ache consuming her heart.
Tears streamed uncontrollably down Freya’s cheeks. Seeing the truth with her own eyes was far more devastating than any whispered rumor or stolen image.
Ever since she had given birth, her intimacy with Riven had dwindled into near nonexistence.
She once foolishly believed it was because he was protecting her fragile post-shift body after pupbirth.