“What?” Ophelia screeched, spinning around to face Alexander squarely, eyes narrowed to slits. “What do you mean by Luna?”
Around us, murmurs had begun to arise as the maids whispered to each other, some going on to either pass me a look of pity or pure distaste.
This couldn’t seriously be happening. My skin crawled from their stares and obvious disapproval.
“I didn’t stutter.” Alexander scowled coldly. “Her name is Venus and she’s my mate.” Right there with the unfolding chaos, he wrapped a hand around my waist, pulling me protectively toward his solid frame until we were standing side by side.
All eyes were on us now and a pair of green eyes specifically shot death arrows my way. Ophelia bit out a bitter laugh and shook her head like the prospects amused her.
“Your mate looks like
