LAYLA'S POV
The castle was quiet.
Everyone had retreated to their quarters hours ago. I had finally curled up on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My chest still ached with all the words I hadn't said at dinner. My heart still throbbed from the humiliation.
I wouldn't defend myself anymore. There was no need. Let them think the worst of me. they had already made up their minds about me.
And there was Allora. How could she be so cruel? I had served her for years? Why did she turn against me so soon? Did she want them for herself?
The thought of her wanting the triplets made it feel like a knife was twisting in my chest. She was the perfect woman for them. She was powerful, beautiful and from a noble family. She had all the qualities of a great Luna.
And me? I was a lowly omega, not even fit to sit at the same table with my mates. The thought of it all made my tears burn hotter. My wolf howled in sadness. I wiped my tears angrily.
