I knew, because I sat in it every morning for breakfast now. Right hand of the Alpha. Right where Mira should’ve been. Right where I should’ve been three years ago, before my sister stole my mate and my crown.
Darius didn’t comment. He drank his coffee, read pack reports, and let the whole estate see me in her seat. Let Kieran see. Let the servants whisper. Let the territory know Blood Moon was changing.
Mira was still under house arrest. Fifth day.
Kieran was losing his mind.
“Another raid,” Corinne said, dropping a file on the table. “Eastern border. Three dead. They left another message.”
Darius opened it. I didn’t look. I already knew.
FOR THE REJECTED LUNA.
Again.
“Coincidence?” Darius asked. He wasn’t talking to Corinne.
He was talking to me.
“No,” I said. I pushed my plate
