Page 80 of Drama Queen

She scoffed. “I don’t think I will.”

My stomach clenched, and I scented the bitter underpinning to her vaguely lavender and chardonnay scent.Another omega.

“I’m sorry?” I cocked my head, my brows furrowing as I eyed her.

“You most certainly are.”

Anger flared in my blood at the impudence, and I set my plate down, holding myself up straighter as I regarded her again.

“What appears to be the problem? Miss?”

As she glared at me, the woman’s eyes flicked to my right, and I could sense my mates quickly sidling up behind me. Cane’s hand entwined with mine as he took a position right at my side, leveling the woman with a withering stare.

“Explain yourself. Who are you?” Cane barked, his voice low and sharp as a knife.

The woman sneered, stepping back a foot and raising her hands into the air. “Cartalga family!”

Conversations died in the room, the entire pack stopping what they were doing and turning their attention to the horrid guest.

“I am Libby Morris, Cane’s real queen!

A hush washed over the room, and I reeled back, shock reverberating from everyone in attendance.

“Ours is the true union put forth in stone by his Alpha Cartalga before he died!”

Horror washed over me as I realized that this woman was leveling a claim to my position as Queen. The only other Alpha Cartalga–the one who’d passed–was Cane’s father. If he’d done something without Cane’s knowledge, it could jeopardize our standing arrangement–my future with my mates.

My hand went to my stomach without thinking, and nausea crawled up the back of my throat.

Libby held up an ancient document, the words certificate of promised marriage inscribed at the top.

“Proof of my claim!” she shouted, and next to me, my mates pressed in tighter, instinctively trying to shield me from her.

What the fuck?!

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