Chapter 47 Chapter 0047
•NADIA•
I was fuming when I headed to the pack house. Mason had betrayed me twice today and ridiculed me as his Luna.
I was undermined, disrespected, and talked back to by people who were supposed to bow and worship me.
Even Dr. Frost talked back at me while the elders were all there, but none of them dared to warn and remind her who I was.
I was fuming every time they let her talk.
"Luna, are you okay?" The stupid housekeeper asked when I walked through the front door. It was as if she were waiting to annoy me even more.
I couldn't believe someone could be so stupid. She had to stay in her lane and mind her own business.
"Do your job, Kira, and leave me alone," I scoffed, walking past her.
"Mommy, look!" Rowan squealed as he came down the stairs with a drawing in his hand. "This is me, you, Daddy, and my little sister."
He stopped in front of me, trying to show me his stupid drawing with imaginary siblings as if I cared.
"You have a little sister?" I scoffed. "That's funny, Rowy, because I don't remember giving you a little sister. And please—" I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Get out of my way and leave me alone."
"Are you sad?" he asked as I attempted to walk past him.
I looked at him and couldn't believe I had lived with him for five years and let him call me his mother.
I should've had my own kids and sent him to a boarding school far away so he wouldn't be a constant reminder of the woman I was being compared to every day.
I hated that he was always there, reminding me that there was another woman before I moved into the pack house with Mason.
"I will be fine if you leave me alone," I muttered before I turned down the hallway and went to the kitchen.
I wanted a bottle of wine to calm my nerves and to think of my next plan.
The kitchen was empty when I walked in, which was a good thing because I didn't want company while I was drowning in my sorrows.
So I opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine and a glass. After pouring the wine into the glass, I took one gulp and closed my eyes.
"Ahh!" I screamed, throwing off the glasses on the counter.
My mind was all over the place, thinking of the way I was disrespected during the pack meeting and then being dismissed as if nothing I said mattered during the confrontation with Dr. Frost.
Mason had the guts to defend her in front of the elders. The doctor probably thought of me as a weak Luna whose opinion did not matter.
I wondered why he never died before we arrived at the hospital. The coffee was supposed to be a clean job.
But hell, that mediocre doctor had to ruin all my plans, and then had the guts to flirt with Mason right in front of my eyes.
I straightened up, took the bottle, and went to my room. I paced as I called my father. He was the only person who could calm the storm in my mind.
"Nadia?"
"What are we going to do?" I scoffed, pacing. "Mason is clearly on her side, and if I use the same potion again, he will call her to heal him and then try to investigate who might want him dead."
"What if we accuse Cassandra of trying to harm him by using someone in the pack?" He suggested. "It won't be a surprise that she's working with someone to kill Mason after failing the first time."
I was intrigued, which caused me to stop pacing. "How are we going to do that?"
"We will find our scapegoat in the pack," he answered. "Someone who would shift the attention from us. Mason is vulnerable right now, and he'd believe anything with evidence."
"Daddy, you're smart," I squealed. "And guess what? I know who our scapegoat is. She disrespected me during the pack meeting and compared me to Cassandra."
"Who's that? That's a death sentence for comparing my daughter to that useless junk. Cassandra was nothing of a Luna compared to you."
"It's Jane," I answered. "Darius's sister. That fool insulted me and compared me to a piece of shit. Mason didn’t let me discipline her because she's Darius's sister. But he didn't want to say it out loud."
"He's a fool," he sneered. "But once this is over, no one will disrespect you ever again, my daughter. We will get revenge on anyone who has ever hurt you. They won't ever look down on you."
"I trust you, Father," I answered as I sat on the edge of the bed. "When we are done with Jane, I want us to find Dr. Frost and make her pay for humiliating me. I want her to beg me for her life.”