Chapter 12

• Luna Vynessa headed back to her room, enraged. She hated what her mates were about to do that she did not desire. Odessa's absence in the palace had given her peace of mind and a great relief, especially each time she recalls that she wouldn't stumble upon her in her slave uniform again.
• She sat on her bed, both hands glued to the blanket that she had been rumbling. She felt her skin was itching due to the distress she felt within herself. Her eyes affixed at a spot as she tried to think it all off.
• “Your Highness,” the voice of her maid pulled her out of her thoughts. “I prepared your bathing water.”