“Lies,” I snarled. “You kidnapped my children—my real children—and tried to steal their power. You nearly killed Lara by trying to feed her to the rogues like scraps. All while playing the devoted Luna at my side. Smiling at me.”
The room was deathly silent except for her ragged breathing. The maids had pressed themselves against the far wall, eyes downcast. No one would call for guards. No one would challenge the Alpha in his own territory.
I stepped back slightly, but kept my shadow looming over her. My chest heaved with the weight of years of suppressed regret. I had loved Lara so fiercely it terrified me. That love had never left—it had just been buried under duty, fear of pack collapse, and the crushing guilt Selene had weaponized against me. I had played the cold, heartless bastard
