Lionel’s POVMy mother sits as regal as a queen.The birthday gathering is in full swing. There are elegant flower arrangements lining the pathways. Floating lights for an atmospheric aesthetic.There must be hundreds of guests. Business associates from my father’s reign, ambassadors my mother encou
I could not understand how things had changed to quickly. The idea that she was trying to hide even such a small thing like that from me…it set me off again.‘I will not apologize, I did nothing wrong,’ I think. I’d never bowed down to anyone in my life other than my own father. An alpha’s pride is
Third Person POV“YOU! You shouldn’t even be here! YOU ARE WOLF-LESS!” ‘Got you bitch,’ Cora thought smugly.From the moment they had met Cora loathed Nan. The low blood commoner had strutted in those ancient halls without remorse. Cora had clocked Nan’s entitlement and greed the second she laid ey
It makes me weary. Being this close to wolf rapidly losing control of their anger is not a good idea. I inch back.But there is no room to move. No one else has noticed it yet. Except for Lionel.I see Lionel moving closer. Carefully so. Trying not to trigger her instincts so close to other people.
Lionel’s POVWhy is it always Nan who suffers?I’d known from the second I saw her approach Nan that something would happen. My gut instincts had been on red alert since I had spotted her. I tried my hardest to prevent the incoming disaster.From the rapid changes in her scent, to her bristling and
The unwelcome noise of the party filters back into my ears. And then, even more unwanted voice of Cora whining…I turn around to face her.“Lionel-” She tries to say. But I have had enough.“You break into my home, attack my guests...and still have the nerve to stand there?” I demand.People begin to
Nan’s POVI must be dying.It must be the only explanation for feeling this bad. I’ve been sick before. But never like this.I know logically that the room is warm. My blankets are sticky and wet from sweat. There is no cold air blowing directly on me.But I can’t stop my shivering. The muscles in m
“We can’t keep doing this. Think of Dena and Kay. Dena has already been threatened with explosion for fighting.” Dena is in her room. Grounded for beating up a few older girls. Kay has been sent to her friends for the night. ‘Nobody hates Kay,’ I think glumly. Kay’s easy-going personality, friendl