Now it was: "Selene. Yes, I relied on you. But that doesn't mean you get to let your bloodline look down on me."
I stared at this Alpha I'd loved for seven seasons. I'd told myself I would handle this calmly, with the cold dignity of my Nightclaw heritage. But hearing him speak, my chest seized so violently I could barely stay on my feet, my wolf howling with betrayal inside me.
Then Aria's voice cut through the haze, sharp with outrage.
"Un-fucking-believable. So what I'm hearing is you're a territory-climbing opportunist who used her bloodline to rise, and now that you've made Alpha, you've traded her in for a younger Omega?"
She stepped in front of me, jabbing a finger toward the Vulpayne woman.
"And you have the nerve to paint her as the villain in this scent-betrayal?"
"You really think you're something special, don't you?"
I watched Aria advance on the Omega, her wolf rising to the surface, ready to tear her apart.
"And YOU!"
"Scent-stealing wretch—prancing around like you've actually claimed something worth having!"
Aria Nightclaw thrust a claw-tipped finger toward the moonstone pendant glittering against the Omega's throat.