Not that I’m upset that Ryan is here. I’m very glad he came when he did.
“We already warned you, Angela,” Ryan growls, standing. He helps me up, moving between the two of us in a protective stance. Instinctively, I curl my fingers into the back of his shirt to stay behind him. “You are not to touch my Luna.”
“Some Luna she is,” Angela scoffs, her nose wrinkling in disgust. “No one will accept her, and the fact that you do shows you’re just as weak as my father says. When Ethan and I mate, a weak Beta will not be allowed in our pack.”
Worry flitters in my chest as Ryan’s body tenses up. Surely, she’s lying. I’ve seen how Ethan treats Ryan, and even if the two of them were to get married, I don’t believe he would let Angela get rid of Ryan.
“You will never be our Luna. Ethan will only
