Nora’s POV
The echo of the lawyer’s voice still hung in the air like the smoke of a gunshot, lingering long after the final words had been spoken. “To my beloved daughter, Kiana, I leave the entirety of the pack’s wealth, properties, investments, and holdings. You, my daughter, shall continue the legacy of this pack...”
I barely heard the rest. Everything after that line felt like a blur—just white noise, a ringing in my ears that drowned out the sound of the lawyer’s professional voice as it droned on about legalities and formalities. Kiana. Kiana had everything. The power, the influence, the wealth. The throne.
It had always been my throne, and Nathaniel—my late husband, the Alpha—had always known it. At least, that’s what I thought. Because of course, I was his Luna. I had been groom
