The low moans, the scent of sweat and lust, the tremble of bodies tangled in primal rhythm—it all hit Nirvana like a cruel ambush. She froze at the door, its edge biting into her palm as her wide eyes struggled to reconcile the man she had once destroyed Danika for… with the one now devouring her handmaiden in front of her.
Her heart didn't break—it hollowed.
There, tangled in limbs and desire, was her mate. Alpha Damon. Mate was too much of a word as he hadn't even claimed her. Damon.
The same Damon who had once promised to make her Luna even though she was only an Omega.
Now, his mouth was between another woman's thighs.
A woman Nirvana had picked up herself, elevated her status as she had been a friend of hers when she was a servant.
A servant who knelt to her, now moaning on top of her mate.
A very familiar scene but with a different face.
Only this time, she wasn't the one being worshipped—she was the one being replaced.
