Lysandra's POV
The previous day
I strolled out of the pack house with a some omegas after Rhyder left for his council meeting, plastering on a smile I didn’t feel, pretending I was having the best time of my life. Being Luna meant mingling with pack members and acting like I cared about their pitiful lives. As if I brought them into this world. Or I didn’t have my own problems.
I didn't sign up for this when I snatched the position from Ariel.
It was nauseating to gaze at pathetic faces every day, pretending I enjoyed their company—or worse, pretending I loved the children.
What was even more nauseating, more grating, was Rhyder’s fixation on bringing his mate back to the pack. Ever since he learned she was spreading her legs for his half-brother Viktor, it had only gotten worse. He h
