But spending my pack's resources to keep another she-wolf? That, I would not tolerate.
I snapped back to the present.
My hand moved before I could think.
Crack.
The slap echoed off the stone facades.
"Who are you calling a rogue omega?"
Raven stood frozen, palm pressed to her cheek, too stunned to react.
I looked down at her, eyes cold and wolf-bright. "You're the one warming another wolf's mate's bed, and you don't even have the self-awareness to be ashamed? You think that's something to be proud of?"
My voice hardened. "I'm ordering you to stop this renovation immediately. Or I'm summoning the pack enforcers."
The crowd swelled. Whispers rippled through the onlookers. Fingers pointed at Raven.
"Wait—so it's the bonded Luna confronting the mistress?"
"Looks like the mistress isn't even as pretty as the bonded mate. What was that wolf thinking?"
Raven's face twisted with fury. She lunged at me, claws extending as her fingers tangled in my hair. "I'm the mistress?!"
"I've been mated to my mate for three years! I just whelped his son! His mother even performed the naming rite herself!"
"Don't let her deceive you with her lies!"