Joanne’s POV
Watching Alpha Antohny die was not something I thought would happen today. I honestly had no idea how they didn’t detect that he was telling the truth and that I was his daughter from the blood test. But I had a feeling Alexander had something to do with that.
I liked how he held me the entire time, trying to comfort me despite the tense atmosphere. I probably should have gained some space from him so it wouldn’t look so bad in the eyes of the king, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I liked having his comfort, and his scent was oddly soothing, just like it had been back in my cabin.
Kyle stood before the King, his hands folded, mouth twisted into a mask of patience and disdain.
“Father,” he began again, his gaze brushing me with deliberate contempt. “Today's events
