I turned to my husband, the Alpha. Randolf barely acknowledged his own daughter. His attention was elsewhere, as usual. I followed his gaze and felt my stomach turn. Rachel, the daughter of the pack’s head warrior, was hovering nearby. She had a pitcher of wine in her hands, and she was pouring his wine with a practiced smile. She was always so eager to serve him.
I hated how she leaned forward, giving him a clear view of her breasts. I hated the way Randolf gave her a smile full of unsaid, seductive words, the way his eyes traveled towards her exposed bosom, and lower.
I hated how she lingered near him, always finding an excuse to be close. But I was tired of fighting it. I’d known about their affair for years, even when I was still Princess Haley of the Fangfire Pack, and before I became Randolf's Luna.
I'd known ever since I caught them in his office, too close to be just friends. I’d confronted Randolf back then, but it didn’t change anything. As usual, he vehemently denied having anything to do with her, and ordered me to stop asking questions. And over time, I stopped trying.