Joanne’s POV
Alpha Anthony’s words cut through me like a blade.
He stared at the Alpha King, his body still crumpled to the ground, though the determined look in his eyes sent a chill down my spine.
“Explain,” King Charles ordered, leaning back in his seat and giving Anthony his full attention.
“She harbored a vampire in her cabin. She kept him from us… she helped the enemy,” Anthony spat. “She deserves punishment for that. That was the only reason why I sentenced her to death. I take full responsibility for my wrongdoings, but I am not wrong about that. If you punish me, you must punish her as well!”
I felt my cheeks flushing hot, and I couldn’t seem to lift my gaze.
If what I was told was true, then Alpha Anthony was my father. How could my own father—my blood—throw me to the
