Mara
“We started spending more time together,” Lacy continued, her voice quieter now, but steady. “He seemed like a good man. Warm, attentive. He told me about our family—about the Moongrove bloodline.”
Her gaze dropped.
“He said the Nighthorns erased our name from the Alpha registry. That his father died without ever seeing it restored. And he made a promise—he swore he’d make the Moongrove name powerful again. That he’d rise, no matter what it took.”
She glanced toward Vander, then away, nervous.
“He said the Nighthorns and the Redlocks monopolized everything. That no matter how hard he worked, they always kept him beneath them. He hated Alpha Vander,” she admitted, “said he always took things that mattered most.”
Her next words came with hesitation.
“He said Vander took Natasha
