viev

hair, sky-blue eyes, and a delicate, pliant demeanor that practically radiated Omega sweetness. This

hief to my eye as if deeply fatigued. "The one in this house who causes so much trouble is hav

Luna, please don't be angry. Sister Elara was probably just overwhelmed. It must be so stressful for her, knowing

of Leo. Bianca's soft, perfectly manicured hand gently rested on his arm, and hi

sible. Not like some people, who rely on a dead sister's guilt t

anquet. I have officially invited Mr. White and Bianca. Julian, you will have Elara stand at the manor gates to gr

ther, to make the reigning Luna stand at the gates like a lowly servant

mility? Don't forget, Mr. White has just been appointed to the Royal Lycan Council's Trade Guild. Our pack's new silv

shrank back, looking terrified. "I couldn't possibly let Sister Elara demean herself for me. I know

completely overriding any lingering hesitation. Between his pack's interests, Bianc

et. "She will stand at the gates. It's time s

ra

s finally dragged out

fever took hold. My body was trapped in a terrifying paradox-my skin was burning like fire, yet the marrow in my bones

t of a suffocating,

t me with those cold, pragmatic Alpha eyes. "Elara," he had said, his voice devoid of any affection. "I know you are not brilliant or beautiful like Ro

d was an obedient ornament. A free nursema

tely trying to spoon herbal medicine past my cracked lips. But my thro

heavy boot sent my bedroom door c

nt intrusion. "The Dowager Luna commands that you wash and dress immediately. Put on your ceremonia

Mrs. Fletcher?! The Luna is gravely ill! Her fever hasn't broken, her hand is rotting,

ac

e! Miss Bianca is the Alpha's most cherished companion. Feigning illness is useless, Madam. The Alpha himself approved th

my fever, their words pierced

. They wanted the entire pack to see their Luna reduced to

fever seemed to recede, replaced by an absolute, terr

was matted with cold sweat, my face as pale as a corpse, but when I lifted my gaze and locked eye

rasp, but it carried an undeniable, eerie weigh

rd, taking a subconscious step

ell the Dowager and my dear Alpha... that their Luna is on her deathbed. If they want a

ered her nerve. "You... you bitch! You dare defy the Alpha's direc

in from the nightstand with my left hand and presse

in sheer terror as a drop of blo

ered, leaning in closer to her trembling face. "Touch me, and I will in

ck and pointed towa

ed, completely cutting off the

ce pale with shock, and scrambled

heaving as I looked down at my

submit. But they forgot that a master apothecary know

life's work. And then, I will make them pay f