I leaned down toward her, catching the crisp, delicate scent of her hair—a fragrance that smelled of fresh wild blossoms and bright, sharp lemon. "I have never slept with my husband," I confessed, the words tasting like absolute poison on my tongue.
"I already know that every single gossiping Omega in this mansion is whispering about it behind my back, but..."
"My Luna." Ivy interrupted, her beautiful features contorting into a sudden, protective grimace of pure disgust.
"My lady, our Alpha is completely, utterly consumed by his love for you. I beg of you, do not lend your ears to the venomous tongues of those wretched vipers who desperately wish they could take your place..."
