Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Hanna looked up, meeting Mom's eyes, and whispered, "She was conceived on a full moon, Rosalie. And then… and then born on a lunar eclipse. You know… you have to know what this means."
Mom nodded, resting her hand on Hanna's leg.
"Your daughter is the Moon Goddess?" Maeve's words weren't said like a question. We all already knew the answer.
"Whatever she is," Mom said, smiling down at the baby with nothing but love behind her eyes, "she is a White Queen. The twenty-first White Queen. And my granddaughter. And that's enough, for now."
Hanna took a deep breath and then smiled softly to herself. I could feel the tension leaving her body, and she closed her eyes. But then, she started to cry.