Hazel’s POV

The maids didn’t curtsy to me before.

Now three of them dropped into full bows when I walked into the kitchen, hands still shaking from Alaric’s office. “Luna,” the head cook whispered, eyes down.

I almost dropped the empty water pitcher. “I’m not”

“Alaric claimed you,” a young omega said, voice awed. “In front of Lady Ella. The whole pack knows. He said you were his.”

My blood turned to ice. Then fire. Then ice again.

He said you were his.

Not to me. Not to Aurella. To Ella. To Dominic. To the pack.

I set the pitcher down before I shattered it. “Where’s Aurella?”

“Sleeping. The Alpha...