The Alpha's Only Weakness
Her gaze dropped to my neck, her eyes roaming over each side slowly as if searching for a mark that wasn’t visible.
If Lucien had given me a traditional mark, the one that would mark me as Luna, it would be right where my neck met my shoulder, and everyone would be able to see it.
So, we both knew that her search was dramatic and unnecessary, but it did get her point across.
My neck was bare, but so was hers.
“You’ve been here what… two weeks? And already you’re dragging Lucien and Hera into your little obsession. Your delusion is impressive,” Abigail’s lips parted slightly in a smile that wasn’t kind. “But your parents are dead, and you will be soon, too.”