Mara
Martha turned to Lacy, her voice softer now, almost motherly.
“My little princess, I am so proud of you.”
Her eyes glistened, but her tone was steady.
“I never wanted you to suffer. I promised I’d give you a better life than the one I had in Goldenpeak, and thanks to Alpha Vander, that was possible.”
She smiled faintly.
“Don’t make the same mistakes I made. And whatever you do, don’t listen to your grandmother. She’s full of bad advice.”
She gave a hollow giggle.
Vander’s fist hit the table.
“Enough of this nonsense, Martha. You’re making everyone nervous. This is Lucian’s big day—can you try not to make it about you?” he snapped.
Martha didn’t flinch.
Instead, she turned to him with a serene smile.
“My darling Vander,” she said, like she was saying goodbye to a dream, not
