77-Nova’s A B

“Exactly when is it that any of you served Marissa in MY bed?” Nova asks, breathing deeply to control Astra, who was trying to surface.

The two Omegas, who Nova did not know, both stare wide eyed at their Luna.

“My sister was the one to serve me. She is only one I would ever allow to see Oliver in the state we were in each morning,” Marissa answers smirking.

“If that were true, your scent would be all over the room. At least faintly. Yet there is nothing. If you were close to Oliver at all, your scent would linger on him, and I would know it. If he were at all in love with you, he would not have marked me. You have no proof of your claims,” Nova smirks back, crossing her arms.

“My sister has seen us in bed together,” Marissa smugly looks at Kimberly.

“I have, I have seen them act as mates do,” Kimberly says proudly. “I’ve heard Alpha say he wish my sister was his Luna while kissing her.”

“See, you are nothing. You are only here because rejecting you would mean war with Biczi and we ar