(Sienna’s POV)
Tears sting the corners of my eyes. Charlotte.
Arthur’s sudden absence at my side leaves me so cold that a shiver races down my spine. At the same time, a guttural howl, vibrating through my teeth, erupts from my wolf. My hands involuntarily rush to my ears at her high-pitched shrieks.
My chest pounds as the sensation of my heart climbing into my throat sets in. Staring at the Alpha King, my jaw clenches.
He abandoned me at the altar, rushing to the aid of the woman his entire family told me should be standing here in my place—the woman he himself refused to tell me anything about stirs a feeling in my belly that I don’t have a name for.
He said nothing to me… acted like I didn’t exist or even matter. Heat rises from my throat to my cheeks. If I were to look in a mirr
