Alpha Darmian’s Pov
Scarlett was there standing at the far end of the hall, her arms crossed tightly,
“What is wrong, Luna?” I asked, my voice soft.
It was unusual, but she was a woman I loved. “A whole lot is wrong.” She cussed over her breath.
“Can I hear it?” I asked, “Why is it that you are the only one who survived the attack, the only one who witnessed and narrated what happened?” Her voice cut through my heart like a blade.
“Now, you have been crowned as the Alpha. Don't you think this is suspicious, Darmian!” Her voice stated loud and firm.
“I was the best person to take over. No one knows this pack better.” I lied, pretending to sound innocent, although her eyes showed how she resented me now.
“Is it because I am crowned the Alpha?” I asked, settling the crown on my head.
