Rival Alpha
Ryder
I sat across the polished table, watching Sasha through half-lidded eyes. She was everything a Luna should be—beautiful, obedient, seductive. Everything Kara never was. Kara had been a burden, a whining little shadow who nagged, cried, and constantly demanded attention she didn’t deserve.
I realized I hadn’t seen her in over three weeks.
Good.
The absence made breathing easier.
My wolf stretched lazily inside me, pleased. Weak mate. Dead weight.
Exactly.
At first, I assumed she had run back to her pathetic old pack to sulk. But my spy informed me she’d gone to the human world. A trip. A tantrum. A pathetic attempt at rebellion, thinking I’d chase after her.
I snickered.
As if.
If not for the benefits her father’s influence brought me, I’d have tossed her out long ago. Kara had always been a placeholder—a pretty pawn. A thing to use, not cherish. And when she’d fled?
Perfect. The best decision she ever made, really.
She’d come crawling back eventually. They always did.
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