The Alpha’s Unwilling Heir-Bearer
“Rest for a moment.”
I sank onto the grass, feeling the tremor in my legs. Betsy was training farther uphill with another group, her movements smooth and steady. She caught my eye briefly and smiled, a small, encouraging one that made my chest ache.
I tried to smile back, but my body felt heavy, useless.
A sudden hush fell across the clearing.
Rhea straightened at once, her expression shifting. “Luna,” she murmured.
I turned.
Sabrina was walking toward the training field, her green gown trailing lightly behind her. She didn’t look like she belonged among us, not with her hair pinned in perfect curls, not with the faint scent of lavender that drifted before her. Two guards followed at a dista
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