ALANA’S POV
The slow satisfaction that spreads through my body from seeing Nelissa panic so bad, feels new. I don't think I have felt this way seeing her this panicked.
All the repressed anger and contempt and envy floods through my whole body in full force.
I don't care if she speaks rudely to me. I don't feel bad for whatever I did. Infact, I think I made the best decision ever. If she thinks she can hide this child so Cedric, my king steps down the throne, then she is onto something. I won't let any of her plans work. It's surprising that a task as easy as this took over four years for me to carry out. It feels like it's too late but not anymore.
Rahlia turns to me as soon as Nelissa leaves and all that fills her eyes is disdain and pure anger. "What have you done, Alana? After ever
