The high-ranking members of our pack were present, their eyes flicking between the three of us with barely concealed curiosity. Some tried to mask their judgment, while others openly gawked at the spectacle Mason was creating.
I sat at the other end of the table, calmly eating my meal, blocking out everything else.
“Luna?”
The voice startled me, and I blinked, realizing everyone was staring at me. My grip on the silverware tightened as Claire’s voice rang out, sweet and falsely innocent.
“We were just discussing what you and the Alpha have planned for your mating anniversary this year.”
The words hung in the air, thick with mockery. Her smile was demure, but her eyes sparkled with malice.
I forced a polite smile, I’m sure Mason has it all figured out.”
Mason didn’t even glance in my direction. Instead, he leaned toward Claire, murmuring something that made her laugh—a soft, tinkling sound would have grated on my nerves if I still cared.
The rest of the table shifted uncomfortably, the tension palpable. It was no secret that Mason’s loyalty had shifted. Still, seeing it play out so brazenly before them was a spectacle they couldn’t ignore.