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The only true way.
As a pack.
Scalding hot tea, Hivemind, is everywhere!
But first I’ve got a serving of dirt. I want to tease there are seeds in it, but alas, there are not. I am who I am, and the Monarch will never find me.
The dirt, I hear you ask?
You know it…
The Monarch still thinks I’m Iris G. Imagine? Have you heard of anything so laughable.
After all, has she been seen or has she gone to ground after those rumors she went to the Council prune to plead for the lower class?
Let’s face it, maybe that’s just the rumor and Iris didn’t do the dirty but was wrong place wrong time, just like with those two Alpha-holes who at first claimed she was giving it away but their bruises said different…
Seems they are to miss out on a ball or two while the Monarch ponders their fate.
Now that’sSCANDAL.
The rest?
Let’s talk about Alicia.
The Luxe.
Soo, my baby bees, what do you think?
Is the Monarch’s pretty, sparkling Luxe shining on with maybe one TOO many Alphas?
How many dates are too many?
Violet went on…none that I can think of. Stephan met her and it was an Emporian RomCom in the making. A sweet box-office hit made for direct to streaming of the award winning variety.
But no one’s the good, virtuous Violet.
Compared to Alicia’s ten and counting, it’sA LOT.
Especially when she’s been seen with the newest of the Season, Deacon Lordes, a Stephan-lite character.
And NOT on any official dates.
Hmmm…
Who said this Season would be dull?
- Queen Bee
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FOUR
Iris
Wakefulness comes in stages and, this time, I’m no longer in a haze, feverish, out of my mind for a man—for one of my two men. I’m no longer in pain and driven by the urge to rut.
My body does ache, but in places I didn’t know could. Between my thighs, my throat, my ass, the muscles in my thighs. Strange muscles like they’ve sprung up new.
