Lily
I stood at the grand entrance beside Rowan, the fabric of my white pantsuit feeling like armor against the morning chill. The heavy doors were open, and the first of the sleek black SUVs began to roll up the long driveway, one after another. Rowan’s arm was a heavy, possessive band around my waist, his fingers digging into my side. He looked every bit the powerful Alpha—chin high, chest out, a confident smirk playing on his lips as if he owned the very air the guests were breathing.
Behind us, standing in the shadow of a marble pillar, was Kara. Every time a car door opened, and I stepped forward to offer a greeting, I could feel her eyes burning into the back of my neck. This was the life she had been promised in secret. Every "Luna Lily" that echoed through the foyer was a slap to
