The Golden Luna
“—is not who you say she is. You’re trying to wed her to me under false pretenses. Right Alpha Wylder?”
The room was deathly silent. My heart hammered in my chest, and I could feel my father’s anxiousness radiating through the air.
Darius stepped toward me, his eyes narrowing. “They say the Golden Luna is wolfless.”
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. My knees trembled, my hands cold as ice. This was it; my deepest shame, laid bare for all to see.
“Alpha Darius—”
“Silence.” Darius boomed, cutting my father off yet again before he turned to me with a chilling smile.