Bianca instinctively leaned back in her seat, eyes wide in disbelief. It felt like she was seeing a ghost and the unsettling part was, she wasn't the only one seeing her so was everyone else.
“Wow, the Luna of Wrath Pack and Bright Light Pack look alike,” one Luna whispered.
“Yeah, but one is clearly more refined. I need the name of whoever handles the wardrobe of Luna Becca,” another added quietly.
Bianca turned to Mark, trying to read his face. He looked composed, though the woman beside Dean bore a striking resemblance to his supposedly dead mate—and Bianca’s sister—with the same name.
“Congratulations again, Alpha Mark,” Dean said.
“Thank you, Alpha Dean. This is my son,” Mark replied, motioning for the nanny to bring the child over.
Dean and Becca looked at the baby. Becca smile
