تسجيل الدخولMy own anger stirred. I was not my family’s punching bag any longer. For now, at least, until Grayson decided he was done with me, I was Luna Princess.I was done letting myself be treated like a criminal, worthy of manipulative and apathetic punishment from the people who were supposed to love me t
Lillian’s POV“What do you want, Maren?” I asked flatly.Maren pouted, but it was false, directly conflicting with the delight sparkling in her eyes. “Is that any way to treat a concerned sister who came to visit you? Maybe I missed you.”“We just saw each other at the palace,” I said. “And you’ve n
“You don’t have to say them. You just need to sign the confession.” My father plucked a single sheet of paper from the desktop and handed it to me. On it was a neatly typed confession, done at a typewriter, with everything my father said, as if I had been the one saying it. “I’ve already done all th
Lillian’s POV“What is the meaning of this?” I demanded. “I was given a formal invitation.”“And we thank you for accepting that invitation,” my father said, walking closer. “I am assuming that you want to negotiate for the antidote to what ails Ronan, yes?”I lifted my chin, ever so slightly, but d
Grayson’s POVWhile I had no idea what the Gamma was truly up to, I could guess he intended to manipulate Lillian and attempt to use her against me again. For both her sake and my own, I was bound and determined to keep that from happening. If that meant I had to travel out to their small pack and a
“I have to go,” I said, thinking he might forbid it, or argue. “Ronan is fading. The poison is severe. I have to do what I can to help him.”“Your father won’t help you,” Grayson said. “He’s only saying these things to lure you back to his pack lands.”“Maybe he is playing me, but what choice do I r







