Chapter Two
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“No,” I said plainly.
Vaughn’s expression darkened as he formed a fist, as if, wanting to hit me.
I didn’t flinch. I kept my gaze unfocused and blank; just like someone who hadn’t seen anything in two years.
“It’s for the best, baby. Trust me,” Vaughn said. “What better wolf to share the Luna duties with than your own sister? She’s blood.”
That was supposed to make it better?
He knew exactly who Davina was. He knew she hated me.
Hell, she was the reason my wolf went dormant. The reason I lost my sight.
Why did she want my place so badly? She was already the chosen successor; the first female in our bloodline being trained to take Alpha command in a year. My dad was more than happy to leave the title to her.
The Elders adored her, the council backed her. She was already more powerful than most unmated Alpha males.
But it wasn’t enough.
She wanted my title, my bond, my mate.
“I feel sick, Vaughn. I don’t want to talk about this,” I said, turning to the other side.
He didn’t budge.
“Do you know what the Frostfang Pack has become since your wolf went silent? I’ve held it together, Nyra. Alone.”
“I could’ve announced Davina as my new Luna already, and no one would have challenged it. You should be grateful I even asked.”
“You’ll make it official soon. One way or another.”
“Fine… Just give me some time to process it,” I murmured.
I wasn’t going to agree to a damn thing. But he didn’t need to know that.
He exhaled like he’d won.
I watched him leave. He didn’t know that I could see now, no one did.
Only the Pack Healer and I knew the surgery worked. My vision had returned, thanks to the Moonroot transplant.
But I kept the truth buried. If Vaughn or Davina found out I could see, they’d try again to finish what they started.
It was safer this way.
He used to look at me like I was his whole world. Now? He didn’t even look back.
The door swung open again. Davina strutted in, wearing nothing but a silk robe that barely covered anything.
She stood right in front of me, smirking like the viper she was.
She didn’t know I could see her.
Didn’t know I could see the way she glanced at her reflection every few seconds. How she twisted her mouth in fake concern when she faced me.
“I have to prepare you for the summit. We can’t be late,” she said.
“What summit?” I asked, a little confused.
“The Eastern Pack Alliance. Even though you’re practically a ghost now, surely you haven’t forgotten we host it every year?” she said.
She was right. I had forgotten. If I hadn’t, I would’ve made sure to disappear before now.
“Don’t worry,” Davina added. “Everyone knows the truth about what happened to you. They won’t expect much. Just sit still and look broken as usual.”
I didn’t respond.
She pulled out a dress that looked like it belonged on a corpse bride and held it up with a fake pout.
“This one. It hides your… everything. Which is for the best.”
She yanked at my arm like I was a doll, dressing me without waiting for my consent.
Then came the makeup; it was thick, ghostly and offensive.
When she reached for my glasses, I held them firm.
“You know I don’t like anyone looking at my eyes,” I said.
“Ugh. Yeah. They give me the creeps,” she muttered.
She turned to leave. “I’ll change and come get you. Don’t move.”
I sat in silence. I was already used to looking hideous when I was going out with Davina, it was the last thing on my mind.
Vaughn and Davina were laughing outside like a happy little mated pair.
After a few minutes, the door opened again. Davina was fully dressed now, radiant in blood-red silk that clung to her like flame.
She rolled a wheelchair into the room.
I stared at it, raising a brow.
“You’d have to be in a wheelchair today,” she said as Vaughn stifled a laugh.
“I’m blind, Davina. Not crippled.”
“Oh, stop whining. Do you know how long tonight will be? I don’t have time to shepherd your sorry little steps,” she snapped.
“Just sit, Nyra. Be quiet. Don’t embarrass the pack more than you already have.” Vaughn snapped.
I clenched my fists.
I wanted to refuse. Wanted to shift and rip her throat out.
But my wolf was still silent.
So I sat.
The drive to the summit hall was short. We arrived at the main lodge of the Silvercrest Pack; my family’s pack and the heart of our territory, where every allied Alpha was gathering.
Inside, glowing chandeliers and obsidian torches lit up a hall full of strength and status. Beta guards lined the walls. Omega servers floated by with trays. The scent of a hundred packs mingled in the air.
And I was wheeled to the edge of it all. Out of sight, out of mind.
I didn’t mind the shadows. That was where I’d learned to survive.
Then I heard her… My mother.
Her sharp scent. Her sharper tone.
“Why is she here?” she hissed.
I didn’t bother answering. My mom was always mean to me, so it was nothing new.
“You’re not part of this anymore, Nyra. Davina is. She needs focus. Respect. Not the constant reminder of your… fall.”
I gave a small nod, staring past her.
No one would believe me if I told them that Davina was having an affair with my husband. They didn’t believe me when I told them that she orchestrated the accident that led to my blindness. Who would? She brought witnesses who testified against me.
She claimed to have been lucky and karma gave me the blindness that was meant for her.
“Don’t cause trouble tonight. Not when everything is going so well for your sister.”
Then the stage lit up.
Vaughn stood at the center, looking every bit the alpha he was.
He held out a hand, helping Davina up beside him.
Then he reached into his coat pocket.
And got down on one knee.
The crowd gasped, and I stopped breathing.
“Davina…” he said, voice loud enough for every Elder, every Alpha, every wolf in the room.
“Be my Luna.”
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