“Don’t let them bother you,” he said gently. “They will have to get over the fact that you are going to be their Luna. They have no choice in the matter.” “I just don’t want to step on anyone’s toes,” I murmured. We walked into the restaurant, which was huge and dazzling looking. There were crys
Carol’s POV My eyes narrowed as Katrina made her way over ot us and took her seat right beside Luna Cruz. As usual, Katrina looked gorgeous and Aiden’s mother, Miranda Cruz, lit up at the sight of her. “Nonsense,” Miranda said, patting Katrina’s hand affectionately. “You aren’t all that late. We
I stared at her with unshed tears and then looked at Aiden who was also glaring at her. His entire body was tense. It killed me that he wasn’t saying anything. Why wasn’t he saying anything? “It’s worth thinking about, don’t you think?” Miranda asked while she buttered her pastry. “You need to s
Carol’s POV It felt like my entire heart had been ripped out of my chest and stepped on in front of my face. All Aiden could say to me at that moment was that he was sorry. What was he sorry about? That he was considering their proposal? Was he apologizing because he was marrying Katrina and
“It’s sad that you actually thought you were going to be the Luna of the most powerful pack in the world,” Katrina laughed, shaking her head at me. My cheeks grew hot from her words, and I tried my best to ignore them. “That title has always belonged to me, so you better get used to seeing me by Aid
His entire body stiffened at my words, and I felt his mood completely shift. He grabbed my arms and whipped me around to face him, his eyes narrowed as he stared down at my tear-soaked features. “What are you talking about? I’m not marrying Katrina,” he said sternly; his brows pinched together.
Carol’s POV There was no use staying in the hospital much longer. After we said goodbye to Miranda, and not bothering to spare Katrina another look, Aiden and I left and went straight to the Capital packhouse. I noticed most of everybody had worried expressions on their faces when we entered thr
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I already have a father who I know quite well; what if I don’t want to get to know my birth father?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest. “It’s for the pack, Carol,” he reminded me. “You don’t need to develop a relationship with the man. But at least get us in th