Lucian
“What have you been doing with all the money you’ve been getting?” I asked, cold and direct. “Father still buys your clothes. I redid your closet when I redid Mara’s. You don’t run a business, you have no responsibilities. So where is it all going, Martha?”
She wiped at her tears with the back of her hand, but when she looked up, her face was stone. “I’m not answering that,” she said stiffly.
I nodded, unsurprised. “Then this conversation is over.”
I turned to leave.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me, Lucian!” she barked.
I didn’t flinch. “Take it up with your mate.”
Just then, Mara stepped in and gently placed a hand on my arm—right where my Alpha Mark was beginning to sting from the surge of anger. She knew. She always knew.
“Easy, Lucian,” she whispered. “She’s your stepm
