The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna
Better than good, actually.
That was around the time I started the procedures. I had already cut and dyed my hair, bought brown colored contacts that I wore every day, and stopped tanning. But it wasn’t enough.
I started with the botox and fillers. Then, I saved up for a nose job. A chin implant. A thread lift to change the shape of my eyes.
I lived five years like that, slowly morphing myself into a woman who never existed. I was no longer Deirdre—Deirdre had died in that greenhouse. I was Katya, the kind, thoughtful governess with no sordid past to speak of.