Juniper stood like a statue sculpted from shame, her head bowed so low her chin almost touched her collarbone. The silence in the opulent drawing-room, broken only by the sharp, accusatory voice of her father, Edward Vittileo.
"Because of you," Edward began, "I can't even look the Alpha King in the eye! What possessed you to petition for Dominick to take the throne? Was simply marrying him, becoming his Luna, not enough for you, you grasping fool?"
Edward's two sons, Daxton and Cillian, were positioned like judges on the plush, mahogany-framed sofa chairs, their eyes fixed on their adopted sister with disgust.
"Forgive me, Father," Juniper stammered in a low voice. "I—I thought—"
