Stefano paced the room, the tension in his shoulders unbearable. He had to confront the brewing storm before it spiraled out of control.
He had to protect Leanna, protect their union, and make it clear to Miranda that her games would no longer be tolerated.
Meanwhile, in the quiet corners of the pack, Miranda’s frustration boiled over.
She had heard the whispers, felt the shift in the air. Leanna was loved, and that made her sick. Miranda had been the one to deserve Stefano’s affections, not that… mere human. How could a simple woman with no real power, no status, take the place that should have been hers?
She seethed with rage, sitting alone in her chambers as she clutched a piece of parchment in her hands. Her mind spun with schemes, ways to ruin the fragile peace Stefano had with Le
