MAYA
Alpha Grant scoffed, leaning back in his chair with a deliberate creak. His fingers stroked the thick beard that framed his sharp jaw. His eyes narrowed on my mother with skepticism etched into every line of his face.
"So, you would deny your late husband’s wishes?" he hissed, "I find it curious, Luna Seraphina, that you chose this moment to voice your objection when you had all the time in the world to fight against this while Alpha Darius was alive."
My mother didn’t flinch. "That was before everything changed," she replied coolly, but her tone left no room for doubt. "And curious or not, it’s my right. I don’t think any of you in this room has more blue blood than me. I come from a lineage of pure Alphas. My ancestors all married men and women with Alpha blood."
She turned slow
