I didn’t know how to react to this. The woman, however, knew exactly what to say. She was stoic like her son, her gaze fiery and hostile. “I am the late Alpha’s true mate, but he didn’t want me to be the luna.” The bitterness was evident in her tone. I nodded, trying to make out some sense of this fact. “You must be the girl whom he chose,” she said after scrutinizing me. I managed to not squirm under the weight of her gaze. The girl he chose, huh? I also tried my best to not cringe at this. Her eyes narrowed, razor-sharp as if waiting for me to slip up.
“Try not to disappoint him,” she said when I hadn’t replied verbally. I blinked while her face remained impassive. I wanted to say, “Who the hell does your son think he is, that I won’t dare to disappoint him? He is already disappointed, I think.” But none of
