She wishes she can say she felt remorse.
But when the desperate probing from Seleneâs wolf quieted to nothingness, and Landonâs teeth lodged deep in her throat, she didnât feel the horror any sister should have felt. The sadness of losing her one and only sister whose been there since they were young. Whose loved her like no other. Whose cared for her better than her parents had.
She didnât feel sorrow.
No, she felt relief.
Because now, no one could threaten her place in the pack.
Now, she had no rival.
The day she met Raizel Locksworth was the day Hestia realized she made a mistake.
She knew she was meant to rule, but she realized she latched herself to the wrong Alpha.
She settled when she couldâve had the best.
And Raizel Locksworth was the best.
How hard could it have been? To seduce the lonely, mateless Alpha who ruled over all? Sheâd done it with Landon, she could do it again. An Alpha was still a man. He would be no different from Landon.
She simply had to pique his interest. Surely that wouldnât be a problem.
If she can catch his attention, losing both the baby and Landon would be of no difficulty. After all, Landon couldnât win against the Bloodlust Alpha. If Landon challenged him, Raizel could k ill him and give her the best cover up of a âmiscarriageâ. All sheâd have to do was consume a little bit of wolfâs bane after Landonâs death and the baby would di e. Raizel would take responsibility of costing a mother-to-be a pup and would take her in.
It was the perfect way in.
The poor, helpless widow with no one to depend on.
Almost like a buffet to a dominant Alpha who has it in his blood to take care and pamper his female.
She just had to play the part.
Only, she didnât expect to be rejected.
But that didnât faze her. Not even in the slightest. All that meant was that he was a man worth the effort.
A man far better than Landon could hope to be. Sheâll break down his walls one way or another. If she could do it once, she could do it again.
It was only then that Hestia felt any form of remorse in the loss of her sister.
If she was here, getting rid of Landon would be so much quicker.
Hestia knew fate worked in mysterious ways. It was unpredictable just as much as it was persistent in trying to derail her plans. Because of course, her dead sister wasnât so dead after all.
And whatâs better?
Sheâs an Alpha now.
Itâd be a lie to say she wasnât worried. Selene may have gotten an Alpha title, but that didnât mean she was any different than she was four years ago. She told herself this, but she knew better than anyone that it was a lie. Though when Selene showed no interest in killing her, her worries began to lessen.
And in its place sprouted hope.
Now that she was here, she could take Landon back. The pack members wouldnât be opposed to it seeing as she was an Alpha now and had land to her name. All she had to do was put things in motion.
She simply had to push her in Landonâs direction and everything will fall into place.
Why remain the Luna of Nightwake when she could become Queen?
She deserved the best of the best.
Her sister didnât seem to want to get with the program. Her vicious glares and stone cold tone whenever she even looked or talked to any of them spoke volumes of her feelings. Still, that meant she felt something. Whether it be anger or hatred, feeling something was better than nothing.
Hestia could work with that.
Though it seemed Selene was insistent in taking everything from her once again.
Raizel Locksworth, who hardly showed any interest in her was smitten with Selene.
Why?
Why was this happening?
What did Selene have that she didnât? Why did everyone want her sister and not her?
Why was she ruining everything?
Wasnât she the special one? The one destined to be great?
Hestia had put everything into getting to where she was now and Selene of all people, was the one to destroy it all?
To have her wallflower sister pull the rug right under her feet?
It was supposed to be hers. Hestia was always supposed to be better but now, watching her sister play with her father like he was a chew toy- she couldnât deny it. The difference in Selene and Hestia was strikingly clear.
Elongated teeth broke the skin at Benicioâs shoulder- taunting him to shift and fight her when both knew just who would come out alive in the end.
It wouldâve been smart to stay down.
But then he shifted, giving into the taunt of his eldest daughter.
Hestia begs her father in her mind link for him to submit and comply with her sister.
She watched as the two wolves danced around each other, jaws snapping in both warning and intimidation. She could feel herself shaking her head, not wanting to see what happens next but too invested to turn away.