The Alpha King's Mind-Reading Maid
“Your Majesty…” Diana, their Luna, said, her words coming out choked. “There’s a misunderstanding. Cecilia is my stepdaughter, and she’s always been a troubled girl—”
“Enough,” I said, a bite to my words. “This pack answers to me. Not a woman playing dress-up in stolen authority.”
The insult landed; she flinched and stepped back.
“Cecilia is unstable,” another girl said, stepping beside the Luna. They looked alike, only she was a younger version. “She came back here dressed like a slave so that she can get revenge. She’s upset that our father prefers me. She’s just jealous.”