Scarlett gaped at Johan for a minute before finally finding her voice.
“Are you on drugs?” she demanded.
Johan sighed, his brow furrowing. “I assure you, I am not.”
He didn’t seem to be high, either. But it was the only explanation Scarlett could think of.
Her? Heir to the throne? She was the heir to nothing. She was a small-town girl who wasn’t even allowed to join the local omega soldiers.
And he thought she had the—what—the bloodline, the moxie, to become the Alpha Queen of a whole kingdom? When she couldn’t even imagine being Luna?
If it wasn’t drugs, then there was only one answer. This man was certifiably insane.
“I know it sounds impossible, but the former queen and king were your parents.”
“I HAVE parents already, and they’re not royalty,” Scarlett shot back.
“Maybe so,” Johan allowed. “But they aren’t your birth parents. Just stand-ins.”
