Bruno’s Pov
After the tense meeting with my father and the Alpha of Blackcrest pack, Freya appeared at the perfect moment to escort me to lunch with my mother. Her presence had become suffocating—a slow poison that drained every ounce of life and will from my spirit. The hatred I harboured for her ran deeper than marrow, though she remained blissfully unaware of the contempt that festered within me.
Freya was the antithesis of everything Lyra had been. Where Lyra possessed peace and soft femininity, Freya was all calculated smiles and hollow perfection. The cruel truth wasn't lost on me—ridding myself of Freya would prove infinitely more challenging than casting aside Lyra, my true mate.
Lyra's downfall had been her bloodline's connection to traitors; a weakness she had no control over.
