Veronica’s pov
I could still hear her laugh in my head.
That stupid, sweet, innocent laugh of hers.
Elsa.
Even thinking her name made something inside me twist like a knife.
I slammed my door shut behind me, my hands trembling as I paced the room. My reflection in the mirror mocked me flawless hair, perfect red lips, golden skin glowing under the morning light and yet all I could see was how he looked at her.
Alpha Dylan. My Alpha. My everything.
He hadn’t looked at me like that in weeks. Not since the day she arrived.
“Her,” I hissed under my breath, gripping the edge of my dressing table. “That fragile little thing with her soft eyes and quiet voice… what does she have that I don’t?”
The memory of Neris shouting in the hallway burned in my mind. That’s my brother’s Luna, not a
