The Exiled Luna
The way he looked at her, the way he protected her—it was enough to make me sick.
What was so special about her? Why did everyone flock to her when I had worked just as hard, fought just as fiercely?
I swirled the wine in my glass, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. They didn’t know the truth. None of them did.
While Zara was busy playing the victim, hiding from her so-called enemies, I was the one pulling the strings.
Elizabeth, the rogue Alpha who had orchestrated the attacks on Adrian’s pack, hadn’t worked alone. I had been there, whispering in her ear, feeding her information. I had ensured that Zara was always looking over her shoulder, always running, always afraid.
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