Chapter 11

Third Person Lucien had never liked Crescent Moon’s banquet hall. Too much pleasantries. Too much talk. From where he stood near the far wall, he watched Alexander fuss over Faye, murmuring empty comfort as if a few soft words could erase the public humiliation she’d just endured. Pack members kept stealing glances at them, eyes bright with gossip and calculation. What interested Lucien wasn’t the sobbing mistress or the wounded Alpha. It was the Luna who’d walked into the courtyard like she owned it—as if no matter how much they tried to bring her down and humiliate her, she will stand strong. Scarlett Winter. Seven years ago, he happened to meet a certain interesting woman who prefers to hide and trained alone in the forbidden forest where rogues usually came for hunt—and he learned she trained there because she got annoyed that she was made fun of the others for wanting to train like Alphas. It was entertaining for him. So he stayed and helped her. The corner of his lips raised in a