The room fell into a heavy silence.
Attia's brow furrowed deeply, his mind racing to piece together the fragments of Meriem's story. The Bloodfang Pack was legendary—one of the wealthiest packs in the world, its assets rivaling even his own family's considerable fortune.
Alpha Calin was a name spoken with a mixture of respect and fear. Ruthless. Calculating. A leader who had built his empire on the backs of those weaker than him.
But Attia had never heard of a Luna.
He frowned, his eyes narrowing.
"I don't recall the Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack being mated," he said slowly. "From what I know, Alpha Calin is notorious for having a different she-wolf on his arm each month. No one ever mentioned a Luna."
Meriem let out a bitter, ironic laugh.
"No one knows about my existence," she sai
