“I heard it myself,” one servant whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “He declared her his Luna... right in front of the Alpha King and everyone.”
“No way,” another said, wide-eyed. “That little mute? He’s choosing her?”
Victoria stopped dead in the hallway. Her blood ran cold, then boiled.
“What did you just say?” she barked, her voice sliced through the air like a knife.
The two servants froze, paling instantly.
Victoria stomped over, grabbing the arm of the nearest one. “Tell me. Now.”
The girl swallowed hard, glancing around like she wanted to run.
“I—I was just saying what I heard, Mistress Victoria,” she stammered. “Alpha Zayn, he... he announced it to the Alphas. Said he’s claiming the mute girl as his Luna.”
Victoria’s nails dug into the servant’s skin. “All of it. Tell me everything you heard.”
The servant spilled it out in a rush—how Zayn had stood in front of the Alphas and defended Lily, how he warned anyone who challenged him.
