Chapter 91: Doja Cat - Boss Bitch
Seliora wasn’t about to let some spoiled, over-pampered werewolf princess chase her into the shadows. No way, Jose! She was still royalty, damn it, and the mother of the future heir to the throne. That title alone gave her a royal license to swagger.
With a purposeful flick of her black-gloved hand, she’d arranged for her own transport out of the Blood Castle. No need to make a grand entrance beside the prince—fuck that noise. If she had to steal the spotlight on her own terms, then so be it. This wasn’t just about appearances anymore; it was about making her presence known, louder and prouder than ever. She intended to make sure everyone knew she was still a major player in this chaotic royal drama.
As her car rolled up to Lord Bishop’s sprawling estate, she could already hear the thumping beats of music floating in the evening air. The place was a glittering magnet for Blood City’s crème de la crème, the movers and shakers whose whispered alliances could shift kingdoms.
Seliora stepped out, regal and unflappable, her every movement a calculated brushstroke in the portrait she painted for the world. Her name was announced with the usual fanfare, a chorus of hushed murmurs and admiring glances following her path to the hall. She felt the weight of eyes but she wore their attention like armor.
Her lips curled into a knowing smile. If Luna wanted a war, Seliora was ready. But this was her domain, and she wasn’t about to lose her crown without a fight.
Seliora found her group of friends clustered near the crystal sculpture in the east wing of Lord Bishop’s ballroom. They welcomed her with polite smiles. She pasted on her best smile, straightened her hat, and sipped at her blood-wine.
Then came the questions.
"Did you come alone?" "Where’s the prince?"
Seliora laughed. "Oh, Damien’s still on his way," she said with a wave that somehow both dismissed and invited more questions. "You know how he is... work, royal affairs, urgent matters. I just wanted to get an early start, mingle a bit. Spend time with my friends."
It was a decent lie. Convincing even—except no one looked convinced.