Blake
Maeve was best protected in my room. With so many vipers lurking everywhere, I didn’t want to take a chance on her safety.
The councilors and the other Gammas and Omegas in my castle didn’t bow to me out of respect. They bowed to me out of fear. Ruthlessness was in my blood and I was not supposed to be guided by love or compassion. Mist Wolves had one rule—kill the weak, and lovers or women made you weak. The women knew about it and that’s how they perceived the world. Their purpose was to produce heirs, and that’s all. While most women lived after producing heirs, the Lunas never survived. They had to be killed by their Alphas, which again was a display of power.
When I changed into a fresh shirt in front of Maeve, she flinched seeing my scars. I was sure that she was disgusted b
