Book 3: The Fate of the Next Luna

Emily

I am so gorgeous… none of those stupid fucking Alphas even deserve me. Yet, they think they want that stupid Breeder bitch instead. They must have been brainwashed from that bitch herself.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, brushing out my long, dark hair, waiting to hear from the pack healer, Dr. Penderghastly, that the Breeder and her babies are all dead. Surely, she will make some sort of an announcement soon.

I wonder if cousin Gene has an intercom here. If he does, he’s never used it, but I can imagine the doctor coming over the PA system and saying, “Excuse me, everyone, may I have your attention please? I’m here to tell you that the big nosed Breeder with the giant stomach is dead. Since no one likes her anyway, we will just dump her body in the lagoon out behind the castle where all of the wastewater goes. She will be floating with shit. Now, go on about your business.”

I laugh to myself, and when my new maid, I-Don’t-Fucki