Nathan
I threw open Luna Vanessa's door with enough force to rattle the hinges. The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot, but she didn't even flinch. That irritated me more than if she'd screamed.
She sat in her rocking chair by the window, cradling her bastard. The sunlight streaming in cast her in an almost angelic glow, but I knew better. Vanessa was no angel—she was a conniving, manipulative bitch who'd been avoiding me for days.
"You could have walked in on me naked, Alpha Nathan," she said calmly, not bothering to look up from her child. "What do you want?"
"What do I want?" I scoffed, stalking further into the room. "I've asked to see you a million times, but it's the same excuse every time. May I know why?"
The baby gurgled, and Vanessa adjusted the blanket around his tiny form. Her movements were unhurried and deliberate—another subtle act of defiance.
