Violet
Seeing that monster wearing the exact face of my husband burned into my skin like magma. How dare they even suggest such a thing to me—to take him as a replacement for my husband.
The very first day I laid eyes on him, when the council brought him forward, I couldn’t breathe for some time. His face was the same as my late husband’s.
But his scent wasn’t. Neither did I feel any pull toward him. He was like a downgraded version of my mate, Julio.
He was lean, not as manly, and he didn’t walk like him. He behaved nothing like him, and from that moment on, I hated him.
I hated that he wanted to take the place of my husband. I hated that I would have to play the perfect wife to a dullard. I hated it all, so I told the council I wanted no part of it.
I wasn’t going to play that role
