Rita Cressors.
It is already afternoon.
I have not seen either the dearest Royal Alpha or our dearest Royal Luna. His son almost died, and yet, he still chose to stand by her. No—it's because she saved the boy. If the child had died like I planned, no amount of innocence on Serayah’s face would have saved her from being slaughtered before Roar. If only I had remembered she was a phytotherapist. I would have used another method. Instead, I focused solely on the fact that placing poison in the bursary would make the most sense—after all, she works with plants.
Linda saw me this morning and she simply scoffed.
More times than one, I have played a chess kisser with her, and now, because her grandson almost died, she dares scorn me? There is no evidence. Nothing that proves I am the one wh
