Bianca spotted the mark immediately. The rumors had to be true—her step-sister was actually here. When she'd heard Gareth, that gossipy omega, whispering about the king's woman and her origins, Bianca had pressed for every detail.
Gareth's description had painted a picture that screamed Lyra. She'd been one of the most stunning girls in their pack, back when she wasn't constantly dodged flying garbage and cruel taunts.
Their last encounter was two years back, right before Bianca abandoned everything—the pack, her Luna position—to flee with her destined mate. No goodbyes, no explanations. She'd known Killian would've murdered her mate without hesitation, and her stepfather would never have blessed the union.
But here was Lyra, sprawled across the infirmary bed, and somehow she'd become the king's mate. The future queen of this entire kingdom. The irony twisted Bianca's stomach with worry.
