Chapter 3

A shapely she-wolf strolled out, Ezra’s bathrobe hanging loosely off her shoulders.

She barely reacted when she saw me, as if my presence meant nothing.

“Alpha—”

In a syrupy voice, she pressed herself to Ezra’s chest.

“About that hunting territory you promised me...”

Ezra gave a slight shift, peeling her off. He took a sip of his bourbon.

“Go see my Beta. We’re done here.”

The female flashed a blinding smile. “Thank you, my Alpha!”

She reappeared fully dressed moments later.

I watched her go. Selene—the latest favorite among the younger wolves.

She reached the door. I stepped aside.

Maybe she wanted to please Ezra.

She paused, looked me over, and smirked over her shoulder.

“Great taste, Alpha. You picked the ultimate obedient little Luna. A century ago, her bloodline would’ve been prized for bearing strong heirs.”

Ezra didn’t even glance my way. He didn’t shut her down. Just let out an annoyed sigh.

“Get out.”

She grabbed her bag and strutted out.