“—mistress?” Karina interrupted, her voice trembling.
I smiled softly.
“How dare you laugh at my mother?” her son spat.
“Stay out of this, Dacan! You have no right!” Daniel snapped.
Oh, he didn’t even care much for the son he paraded around as his. Behind the walls of their house, their relationship was broken.
“But you brought your mistress here!” Karina collapses from weakness.
Her son helped her sit down.
“She’s not my mistress,” Daniel slammed his fist on the table. “She’s my right hand now. She’s the one giving me information. She’s a rogue, you know I can’t use another lycan!”
They were both going to die soon. Their sins would catch up to them. This was a punishment that even the moon couldn’t forgive. They could only cheat once, and the price for that was a painful ritual.
While he struggled with his own problems, Devon was already moving behind the scenes, handing over evidence of Daniel’s crimes to the council.
I was pushing him toward that. I wanted him to cheat on the council, on the war, on this pack, so the council would have a reason to abandon him when the time came.
“But she doesn’t look like that—”
Daniel cut him off, signaling to me. I stood up and walked while I swayed my hips deliberately, ensuring Karina saw it.
Daniel led the way, calling his son, who reluctantly followed. I lingered for a moment with my now-defenseless sister.
“I’m sorry, Luna.” I leaned. “I’m not coveting the alpha, but I bet… his thirst is quenched by humans.”
Karina gasped at my words. I would make her regret everything. She’d have no choice but to testify against Daniel in the council because he was trampling over her womanhood with his actions. And when Devon returned, bringing her hope, Karina would want to escape Daniel.
As for my traitor husband… the council would squeeze him dry with the evidence of his crimes.
And as for his son…
“I see you’re with someone,” Daniel said when Dacan entered with a woman by his side.
“Yes, Father. This is Kalista. My girlfriend,” Dacan said firmly.
We sat down together for dinner, quietly, while Karina silently analyzed the woman beside her son.
“Where are you from?” Daniel asked her.
The girl shyly smiled. “I’m a vendor. I helped your son when he was injured.”
“How old are you?” Karina acquiesced.
“Eighteen,” she replied.
“And your parents? Your mother?” Karina pressed.
The girl looked away sadly.
“She died giving birth to me,” she answered.