Before I could unleash my fury, Nicholas's expression hardened. His voice carried the weight of an Alpha’s authority, commanding the room. "Sofia," he said coldly, "those flowers aren't for you."

With one swift motion, he took the bouquet from her grasp with an assertive gesture and turned to me, handing them over with a tenderness that only I, his Luna, had the privilege of seeing.

"They’re for my mate," he declared, his piercing eyes locking onto mine with the intensity of his ...