Collette POV
I can't believe they took the councilmen for execution. How can that man really be the king? How can my mother be a f**king queen? I look at my father still unconscious on the floor after the shot my mother gave him earlier. He hasn't moved a muscle. I know she was lying about how much she gave him. She had to have given him more than he ever gave her. He would only sprinkle a little on her tea before he left to meet one of the omegas.
She should have been happy he numbed the bond so she didn't have to feel the pain. He could have simply rejected her or made her feel every second of agony. It's like my dad always said. After she had pups, she never cared about what she looked like. She was like a maid and nanny. Maybe if she had made some effort he wouldn't have needed to
