Alvar

e secret guard. The Royal Pack hadn't replied yet, but I

ckhouse, however, was

bang,

ara, the personal maid of the old Luna, Genevieve Terr

g the title of 'Luna' or even 'Madam'. "The old Luna r

n-existent wrinkles on my elegant dress and followed Clara to the battlefield. I knew ex

as the woman I had spent sleepless nights tending to, the woman

nally detached curtsy. "Lady

her voice dripping with artificial affectio

rther away. Her smile stiffened for a fraction of a second

Harper. But let's be honest between us women... Darla is just a rough, unrefined brute who spent her life rolling in the mud and blood w

rform, my heart

ng a secret. "So, my dear, why lower yourself to bicker with a brute like her? I heard you froze the merchant accounts out of a little childish jealousy. Unfreeze t

mach churning with pure

y degrade the very woman her son claimed was his 'True Mate'. They wanted Darla's mil

p. "If Darla is just a rough, unrefined brute, Lady Genevieve, then she certainly isn't worthy o

sual gaslighting wasn't working. The obedient, soft-spoken dau

my patience!" she snapped, slamming her teacup onto the saucer. "Fletcher needs her strength on the battlefield, and he needs y

of the grave with my gold, and you use it to fund a party for your son's mistres

"How dare you speak to me like that?! You are Fletcher's woman! The Alv

y far more imposing than hers. "And I already have. From this mome

ll be moving back to the Alvarado estate in the city this afternoo

e gravity of the situation. "Your marriage to Fletcher is b

ack of blood-sucking betrayers, or with the orpha

heer terror. "The Alpha King?

to look at her face, which was n

my lady. Good luck paying for those expensive caterers with your son's 'tru

d from behind the doors. Genevieve had hurled her expensive