Mira's finger nail was wedged between her teeth as she pretended to just be passing by.
Everywhere she went, Bianca seemed to be mentioned.
Her name bounced off the walls of the palace, echoing in hallways, in the garden, in the damn library.
Mira was sick of it.
They said the King's heart belonged to her.
She was born into power—the daughter of one of the strongest packs in the region.
Some servants even went as far as debating who deserved to be called Queen.
And Mira's name was rarely mentioned.
Mira scoffed as she stepped into her room.
She resisted the urge to let out a frustration into a pillow.
Evren had a mistress.
One he cherished so much and let into his room.
So why had he looked at her that way?
Why had he come to the library to find her
