The White Wolf Heiress: Reborn To Rule

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brought his mistress into my home, I a

le expression he had practiced so well. In another moment, he would tell me the Moon Goddess had chosen her for him. H

Mercado, stood nearby, pretending to be horrified by t

. I had thought the worst thing Kirt could do was humili

been

s foyer no longer gutted me. It only

ere being slaughtered from within, and then came for me. The foyer, the marble floor, the watching faces all vanished, and I was dragged back into that final, suffocating

ghed softly. Kirt's voice cam

ght the Pack belonged to her. She should

st my home, my people. I had burned to death in that room. Th

he foyer sharpened around me again,

th skin stretched over my knuckles. Whole. Untouched by

ed face, found the ballerina music box from my mother, Clara White, sit

s the

al. The hu

to my palms. The sharp sting of pain was an a

ad stolen my title, my home, and finally my life. My stepmother, Elois, had helpe

f them would get

n my violet eyes,

from the foyer, I left my bedroom and

n a black suit. Tailored

mold of the gentle, pliant Luna he wanted. My long hair was pulled back into a severe, high ponytail. The gi

brought the mistress. Candida had brought the tears. Elois and Katy had tak

perfection. One arm was wrapped protectively around Candid

nocence. Her makeup was flawless, her tears p

faces were masks of feigned concern, but

d his throat, his expression shiftin

ticed sorrow. "I know this is sudden. But Candida and I..

ear-streaked face fr

agile whisper. "I... I truly didn't mean fo

g. "According to Pack law, I am asking you to accept Candida. To welcom

d enough to be an insult, "Look at her

dn't

oor the only sound in the suddenly silent hall. Each step was

Kirt. I didn't

to the stone. My eyes lingered for a moment on the names of my father, Garrison White, a

strode forward and grabbe

am speaki

is for the first time. The look in my e

uiet but laced with frost. "Which

e formal address, and his

d, my voice dangerously calm. "And you demand t

ith tension. Even Candida's pa

ed, my voice rising slightly, sharp as a shard o

orted, flushing

" he roared, his composure finally

his hand t

s too

, faster and harder than he

L

a bright red handprint already blooming on his sk

fingers, the sensat

oice like ice, "is t