#Chapter 181: Maid of Honor

Ella’s POV By the time I woke the following morning, news of last night’s debacle had spread not just all around the pack, but all of the territories. Footage from last night’s disaster was plastered across every gossip website, every news headline, every magazine front page. It was going to be the talk of the year, for sure. “Alpha’s Regret: Which Luna Truly Holds His Heart?” headlines read. The clips were the buzz of the packs. When I finally emerged from Lucien’s nursery with him bundled warmly in a little sweater and corduroy overalls in my arms, making my way down to the kitchen to feed him, I braced myself for the gossip. “Stella!” one of the cooks, a ruddy-faced woman named Darlene, rushed toward me the moment I set foot into the kitchen. “There you are. Take a seat—we’ve got all kinds of questions.” I glanced around at the gaggle of servants who were sitting around the kitchen table, eagerly waiting for my perspective as to what happened last nigh