HANNAH
I clutched the cup so tightly that my knuckles were white and aching. If this woman were anyone less than the Lycan queen, I would have given her a piece of my mind. Even now I don't trust myself not to.
I didn't ask anyone to like me. What right did she have to judge my looks? I was good enough for my mates and that was enough for me.
"Well well," she continued. "There's nothing we can do about it now. We must take it as it is. At least you have something going on for you. You are the white wolf. That should count for something. It must be fate that made you and my son run into each other."
I couldn't stop myself from asking, "Why do you say that?"
She delicately dabbed at her lips with a napkin before answering. "After the pageant, I had planned to ask you to marry my son and
