Everybody knew Luna Sierra was a stubborn woman. Even as the pack Luna, she wouldn’t easily let things go, especially once she sensed something was amiss. When she heard that her son, Alpha Prince Felix, had been slipping in and out of his house during midnight, she couldn’t help but worry.
“Tell me the truth, did that rogue do something to you?” she confronted Felix one evening, her voice a mix of concern and suspicion. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silvery glow on her furrowed brow. Being arranged to a rogue was certainly not part of her plans for her son. She had only let it go because she feared it would hinder his recovery. However, it didn’t mean she would accept such a low rank to be her son’s mate. Arranged or fated, a rogue was certainly not possible to be
