“Shit,” I whisper, diving under the table, clutching the drumstick like a thief caught red–handed. I press my back against the table leg, trying not to breathe too loudly.
Through the tablecloth, I see two women walk in, balancing trays and laughing softly as they begin rearranging the plates.
Their voices carry.
“Soon, Alpha Jack won’t just be an Alpha,” one of them says with a girlish squeal. “He’ll be the Alpha King. Do you know what that means for us?”
My chewing slows. My ears prick.
The other woman lets out a breathy laugh. “I still can’t believe it. We’re all going to be royalty. Can you imagine that? But wait…” She pauses, lowering her voice, “What happens to his mate if he marries the Alpha King’s daughter?”
The chicken slips from my hand, forgotten on the floor as my heart squeezes painfully in my chest.
Alpha King’s daughter?
Jack… marrying her?
I press a trembling hand to my stomach, the nausea tightening with every passing second. Suddenly, I’m not hungry anymore.
“Does it matter?” the first woman scoffs, her tone light but cruel. “Didn’t you hear? His mate dragged him like a dog in front of the entire pack–all the way to the mating room. And the fact that he hasn’t even introduced her as Luna says everything. He doesn’t want her. He probably already rejected her disrespectful ass.”
The other woman hums in agreement, voice smug and sour. “Exactly. She’s a disgrace. And didn’t she cause the commander’s death too? Honestly, she deserves to be rejected. She’s not worthy of our precious Alpha. The Alpha King’s daughter and Alpha Jack are a perfect match.”
The words hit harder than any punch. I feel like I’m choking on air.
I can’t do this. I can’t listen to one more word.
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