The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate
Then our father stepped into view behind her, and the room went quiet in a different, colder way.
My father never raised his voice. He didn’t need to. “Pack her things,” he said, looking at me like I was a stranger who’d wandered into his house by accident. “She’ll be stripped of her beta status and reassigned to the omega quarters by morning.”
The floor seemed to drop away beneath me. Of everyone in this room, he was the only one whose love I’d spent my entire life trying to earn—ever since I was seven and overheard a servant whisper that I wasn’t truly Yvonne’s blood, that my real mother had been someone else, someone unspeakable. I had told myself for years that if I was just good enough,