Feral Desires: Luna’s RevengeChapter 1
Haley's Point Of View
“Daddy, can you shift for me? I want to ride on your back through the woods!” Clara’s voice rang out, clear and full of excitement.
I watched as she ran to her father and tugged at his arm. Randolf impatiently yanked his arm away from her grip, but Clara didn't relent, her eyes wide and pleading. She was so innocent, so full of life, so ignorant of what was going on around her. My heart ached to give her everything she wanted, but I knew better.
“Clara, behave yourself,” I said gently. “This is your birthday party. You have guests to entertain.”
I glanced up at the people who had gathered to celebrate with my daughter. The birthday party for my daughter, the princess of Blackthorn Pack, was being held in the garden of the pack mansion. Tables had been set up for the guests, laden with wine and several platters of finger food. They all looked happy and animated, sharing in the Alpha's joy, but I felt far from happy.
I turned to my husband, the Alpha. Randolf barely acknowledged his own daughter. His attention was elsewhere, as usual. I followed his gaze and felt my stomach turn. Rachel, the daughter of the pack’s head warrior, was hovering nearby. She had a pitcher of wine in her hands, and she was pouring his wine with a practiced smile. She was always so eager to serve him.
I hated how she leaned forward, giving him a clear view of her breasts. I hated the way Randolf gave her a smile full of unsaid, seductive words, the way his eyes traveled towards her exposed bosom, and lower.
I hated how she lingered near him, always finding an excuse to be close. But I was tired of fighting it. I’d known about their affair for years, even when I was still Princess Haley of the Fangfire Pack, and before I became Randolf's Luna.
I'd known ever since I caught them in his office, too close to be just friends. I’d confronted Randolf back then, but it didn’t change anything. As usual, he vehemently denied having anything to do with her, and ordered me to stop asking questions. And over time, I stopped trying.
With Clara around, I had to focus on what was important. I was the Luna of this pack now, and I needed to keep up appearances. The pack respected me, they admired me, and they adored Clara. I couldn’t let my personal pain inflicted by Randolf destroy that.