Venessa’s POV
A month slipped by, and history began to repeat itself almost beat for beat. Denzel was rarely around, just as before, but this time there were subtle shifts beneath the surface. In this life, Rayon was constantly in my space, an unrelenting presence, while Alesha had vanished from my path entirely. Fear had driven her away from me. No one was laying traps anymore, no one was pushing me into trouble. The pack members were kind, even fond of me, and none of them knew the truth that I was Denzel’s fated mate.
Jalisa, on the other hand, had lost the pack’s favor. They respected her only because she wore the title of Luna, not because she inspired loyalty.
All I needed to do now was change the story of the theft. Exposing her affair with Tyrell would be easier with everything
