The Alpha’s Forbidden Luna
And gods, it went exactly as planned because soon, I was having the absolute time of my life watching Lizabella unravel.
Lizabella stood in front of me now, her mouth opening, closing, opening again like she wanted to yell, lecture, scream, and maybe throw one of the palace vases at my head, but she held herself back.
Then finally, she spun toward Pearl and snapped. “Come on, let’s go. You know it’s almost time for your lunch.”
Pearl smiled sweetly at her nanny and followed her out of the room. But not before sneaking me that tiny, victorious grin. And before Lizabella reached the door, she turned her head and shot me a glare so sharp it could’ve sliced through steel.