Amara’s POV.
The realization dawned on me. The woman standing beside Aunt Minerva was none other than Natasha, the same woman who had shamelessly tried to flirt with Damien in the past.
It felt like a lightning bolt had struck me, leaving me speechless. I was taken aback, causing my eyes to widen as I took in Natasha’s appearance. The familiarity of her face, the mischievous glint in her eyes, it all fell into place. I couldn’t believe that my own cousin, someone I hadn’t seen in years, was the same woman who had attempted to come between Damien and me.
How could I have not recognized her?
I hadn’t recognized her during our last encounter at the restaurant. In my mind, she was just some stranger, someone who seemed to be constantly clinging to the Alpha. I had dismissed her as a leech
