I was a moon-blessed artist, celebrated across territories. Recognition and honors lined my shelves—so many I had lost count.
At the height of my renown, Alaric Blackthorn—the golden heir of the Blackthorn Pack—dropped to one knee and offered his claiming promise.
After we completed our mating bond, he indulged me even more.
Just like that, I had become the she-wolf every female dreamed of being. The pack whispers called me "fortune's chosen."
Until Alaric brought a timid, soft-voiced Omega Liaison into his service named Lily Ashgrove.
She was the daughter of my family's household attendant, yet she competed with me at every turn.
Her garments were not as fine as mine, so she mocked me as a useless trophy mate.
Her abilities could not match mine, so she whispered behind my back that I had either been born under a lucky moon or spread my legs to reach my standing.
Worse still, she had schemed her way into becoming Alaric's personal Omega Liaison—and never missed a chance to poison his thoughts against me.
She told him I tormented her mother in our estate. That I destroyed her clothing.
That I had forced her to kneel and serve me like a lowborn servant.