Chapter Fifteen

(Lena's POV)

I was in shock, even after Isis was gone.

Of course, the fact that she spoke to me meant nothing; I didn't trust her, and I did not consider her a friend, but it was strange that Damien hadn't wanted her as Luna. Even after two years, he didn't see her fit for the position. I shouldn't be happy about that, but the truth was that I was. I was happy. All my time in this pack, I had worried over nothing, believing that I wasn't fit for the Luna position and that Isis was the right person—that's what I had believed—and so, every day, I pushed myself to be better—better than Isis.

When Damien had said he wanted Isis as the Luna back when I had been placed in that cold, wretched cell, I did believe him because I never believed in myself; I never thought I was good enough.

Why did Damien want me here? Was it because I was with his child?, his heir?. But again, he had said he had searched out for me for two years; it was just a matter of time before he would have found me.

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