LERRIN
It had been months earlier. He was saturated in grief over his sister, but determined to do his duty both as Alpha, and as brother. So he'd gone to Lucine's tent, intending to remove her personal things to make room for Asta, his second.
Before he learned that she, too, was a betrayer.
Lerrin blinked that part of the memory away and turned his mind back to that moment when he'd walked in and found Suhle under the eyes and hands of another male. Her hood high to hide her face, her posture submissive.
He hadn't known her strength, then. And he hadn't known the evil present in his own males.
He'd seen only a devoted servant, and a male with eyes for her…
"I… I am a trained servant," she had said, her head tipped down and eyes averted, her shoulders rounded in submission.
"Yes, and you clearly served my sister well. I'm grateful—"
