"And that's where you are wrong," sneered Amanda, her face twisting with rage. "I am not a dyke. I was always meant to be the Luna of Silverblood pack."
"Maybe," I agreed with a nod of my head. "And if Raphael never found his mate, he would have taken you as Luna simply because you were the strongest female in the pack. But I don't see him taking you to bed. Or caring who you took into yours."
I looked up at Raphael, wondering if he would agree with my statement. He looked down at me and scoffed. "It had never occurred to me to take her into my bed, even if she was my Luna. I remembered how things were between my mother and father, and I wouldn't accept anything less than that."
"See," I continued with a shrug. "And there is nothing wrong with loving Jenny. She is the one who fate decreed was perfect for you. I would be heartbroken if any of my mates were that dismissive of me."
