Chapter 91: Season of Betrayal
(Jane's POV)
I knelt on the cold ceremonial floor of the Stone Pack mansion, every muscle trembling. The sparkling light of the chandeliers above felt mocking, a cruel contrast to the condemnation weighing me down below. My tears streamed uncontrollably, streaking my perfectly made-up face.
"Please!" I begged, my voice rough with desperation. "That crystal recording—it's not what it seems! You have to believe me!"
Margaret Rivers stood before me, towering despite her age. Her green eyes burned with a mixture of grief and fury. It was a glare that pierced me straight to my core.
"Not what it seems?" she repeated, her voice sharp as a blade.
Her lips curled into a sneer, making her once kind face unrecognizable. She took a slow, deliberate step clos
