The woman’s expression was perfectly poised, like a serpent with pearls. She extended her gloved hand slightly, not to Jenna, but in a sweeping gesture that commanded attention.
“Oh, where are my manners?” she said, her voice smooth and full of condescension. “I’m Kaelion’s stepmother.”
Jenna blinked, her polite smile faltering.
“This is my daughter, Cassia,” the woman said, gesturing to the icy blonde standing beside her, who barely nodded. “And this,” she continued, resting a gloved hand on the shoulder of a tall, broad man with sharp cheekbones and smug arrogance etched across his face, “is Prince Lorian—Kaelion’s younger brother and next in line to be Alpha when Kaelion…” She trailed off, smile thinning. “…well. Never mind.”
Jenna’s chest tightened, her breath catching for a moment
