The moment she stepped into the throne hall, the air shifted.
Lunara's allies filled the seats—along with media wolves who had no business being there.
Yet she had almost been turned away… because of a small bag. Her fingers curled slightly.
This wasn't a meeting. It was a setup.
Ken took her to their father's hub and guided her to one of the sofas and sat beside her. Every head turned.
The weight of their stares hit her all at once—sharp, heavy, suffocating.
Some looked at her with open disdain. Others watched like she was something to be studied… or judged. She knew they had been wanting to see her since the news of the 'Alpha's Secret Bride' got out and so they couldn't take their eyes off her.
Lunara's gaze settled on her, slow and deliberate, as though savoring the moment. A faint smile curved her lips—one devoid of warmth or courtesy. It was not a gesture of greeting, but a quiet, unmistakable promise of humiliation.
