Maxwell Minutes later, a knock came at the door. “Come in,” I called. The door opened, and Cross stepped in, followed by Alpha Farrell and a woman I presumed was his Luna. “Your Majesty,” Farrell greeted, bowing deeply, his Luna following suit. “Thank you for coming so quickly,” I said, gesturing to the chairs in front of my desk. “Please, sit.” Cross excused himself, leaving us alone. Farrell’s eyes darted nervously around the room before settling on me. “I apologize for missing last night’s meeting, Your Majesty,” he began. “I recently found my mate, and last night was our mating ritual. I assume this is why you summoned me?” His tone was respectful, but the thought of him touching what was now mine made my blood boil. “I called you here to discuss Delilah,” I said, watching his reaction closely. “Ex-wife, Your Majesty,” his Luna interjected smoothly. I ignored the irritation her interruption sparked and pressed on. “Yes, ex-wife,” I corrected myself. “She is now my desti
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