LUNA JILLIAN
“I think Margaret should rest now,” I said to Alpha Victor, my voice soft and convincing as I watched him standing near the door of our daughter’s room. “She’s been through a lot today, and she needs some time to sleep.”
Victor glanced at me, then at Margaret, who was lying in the bed, her eyes closed, pretending to be exhausted. She had learned the art of playing her part well. She would pretend to sleep, and I would make sure everyone believed she was too tired for any more conversation.
“She looks like she’s already asleep,” Victor murmured, but I could tell he wasn’t entirely convinced. He loved Margaret too much, and his concern for her was obvious. But I could work with that. It wasn’t hard to pull at his strings when I knew exactly how to do it.
“Let her rest, Vi
