Chapter 41

• That bitch should already be dead in the hands of her master right now. If there was a next life, she'd better ask the goddess not to make her an Alpha's mate, especially the one she, Helene, had set her eyes on.
• Harrumphing, she swiveled on her heel and exited the room, sashaying down the hallway, her gored skirt swirling about her knees. She was headed downstairs, her face haughty.
• The servants in the household who encountered her routinely bowed their heads and saluted, “Good Evening, Luna.”