**Next Morning – Palace Corridors**

Amora was halfway to Luna Cleo’s chamber when she rounded the corner and froze.

Sabrina was stepping out of Alpha Ace’s room—hair slightly mussed, lips still swollen, the unmistakable scent of sex clinging to her like perfume. She paused when she saw Amora.

Their eyes locked.

Sabrina’s mouth curved into a slow, victorious smirk. Without a word, she tossed her hair over one shoulder and sauntered away, hips swaying like she owned the entire hallway.

Amora stood rooted to the spot, chest tight, until Sabrina disappeared around the bend.

**Alpha’s Office**

“Alpha,” the guard said from the doorway, “Prince Eric is here to see you.”...