Helena paced the length of her room, her mind spinning with everything that had transpired. Her conversation with Daniel's mother had left a bitter taste in her mouth, the woman's cold dismissal echoing in her head. Anabella lost her chance. You have no right to complain.
Helena's fists clenched at the memory. She had spent years manipulating people, weaving lies, and securing alliances—but tonight, she'd met her match. Daniel's mother was as ruthless as they came, unmoved by sentiment or loyalty. She had made her stance clear: Anabella was expendable.
Helena scoffed bitterly. Expendable? Anabella was her responsibility, whether she liked it or not. She couldn't let that pair of alphas—Noah and Clair—take control of the situation. They were relentless, dangerous... but worst of all, honest.
