CHAPTER EIGHTY: MAGANA

(Magana)Yadiel’s mothers perception:

Entering the dining room, I stand before a grand oak table that could easily accommodate fifty guests, if we were ever to host such a large gathering. Janice is seated to the right of my son, exactly where she belongs as his mate.

I can't bring myself to break their bond, so I lied about the possibility of severing it. I refuse to let him pursue those pure-blood females, having endured enough of their father's pursuit of such women. Everyone believes that Alpha Simmons was responsible for his death - and while that may be partly true, I must confess that I weakened my mate with a potion, ensuring he would be easily defeated. I couldn't bear the pain of his infidelities any longer.

My gaze roamed the table, and I could feel the fury brewing deep within me as I locked eyes with her. Another reminder of my dead mates continual affairs with other she wolves, sitting here as a pawn in my son's intricate game. I refused to dwell on her presence for long.