Emmalee
Fifteen Years Later
As Trudy does my hair, I can’t help but stare at my reflection in the mirror.
Do I look as miserable as I feel about this whole thing? I hate it whenever Soren has these lavish dinners and only informs me the day before. It’s mentally exhausting to embody the role of Luna, especially when a few months ago, I was perfectly content in the background.
But after Denver Cimmerian’s death, Soren, being his natural successor, became Alpha, and as his wife, well, I have to be the Luna.
The old Alpha lived a long life, that can’t be disputed. He ruled Iron Claw for a long time, and he was an incredible man and Alpha. He had my admiration, and I’ve never been a Cimmerian fan even though I am one. Soren has some big shoes to fill.
“All done,” Trudy says behind m
