LUNA JILLIAN
The cold floor didn’t bother me at all. I felt fire in my chest, but not from anger—no. It was from joy. Sweet joy.
I turned to look at Bernard, who laid beside me, his chest rising and falling slowly. He was calm, strong, and mine.
I smiled and brushed my fingers across his arm. “It’s done,” I said, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Victor is dancing on our palm. Everything we wanted is happening.”
Bernard looked at me, eyes steady and curious. “Tell me.”
I sat up a little, covering myself with the silk blanket nearby, but still feeling proud of the moment. “I made Alpha Victor believe that Margaret is truly his daughter. He doesn't doubt it anymore. And now… he follows everything we say. Like a puppet. Well of course we ask for a witch help too.”
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