At West Palace
Alicia swirled the wine in her glass before downing it in one smooth sip. Slowly, she walked toward the large portrait hanging inside her chambers. The painting showed her and her late husband, Atlas, with baby Alaric cradled in her arms. Then there was another painting of her sister Liesel, and Alaric.
Alaric had not come from her womb, yet he was her blood. He was a son born to her sister, Liesel.
Alicia had been barren. Not being able to bear the Alpha King an heir could have cost Alicia everything—her title, her position as Luna, her place as Queen. The council would never have allowed a barren Luna to remain in power.
Atlas hadn't wanted that fate for her. And neither had Liesel.
