YELENA

I entered the building.

The moment my foot crossed the marble floor, wolves started bowing. Some even muttered, “Luna,” like it was supposed to make me proud. But honestly? That title had started to annoy me.

Because what was the essence of being a Luna when your Alpha was somewhere else, lusting after his real mate?

My chest tightened at the thought. Why didn’t I talk about it before I married him? Why did I believe love could replace fate?

I walked to the receptionist’s ...