58: Putting Him Under A Spell

Hera’s POV

Another day, another reason to fuel my blazing hatred for Layla.

Alpha Arnold’s reaction to what I’d rightfully pointed out concerning Layla being a witch dug deeper into the endless pit of grudges I held against her. I was so enraged that I felt underneath feet burning with discomfort with the unusually long strides I’d been taking and how I kept stomping my feet loudly against the floor in frustration.

With the anger and humiliation I felt from being told I was jealous of a flimsy teenage girl, I knew that I’d need to prove to Alpha Arnold that I’d been right all along to gain back the respect and reverence he once had for me.

I needed answers to all the questions I’d been asking myself about her true identity that seemed to have no answers. And after the way King Aragon had flared up at her, I was dead certain that the only place I could find those answers was from him so I’d set out for his chambers the very second I’d left Alpha Arnold’s.

In no time, I’d arrived at the