The Hidden Luna Queen (Maeve and Xaden) novel Chapter 95

THIRD PERSON POV

That wretch did it— Isabelle seethed as she furiously threw open her bedroom door and slammed it shut behind her.

It was one thing for Maeve to talk back to her. It was another thing to humiliate her in front of the very people she had worked so hard to impress her entire life.

But now…

Now, she somehow had been able to turn almost the entire royal family against Isabelle, despite having all odds stacked against her from day one. How was that even possible? How were they so willing to accept a girl who so callously broke practically every rule in the Luna Princess rulebook that Isabelle was so careful to follow?

Grinding her teeth, she stormed over to her vanity mirror to loosen her blonde hair from its confines.

Maeve was always a gutless nobody… a lowly, pathetic excuse of what a true respectable alpha’s daughter was supposed to embody, and an outlier in the entire hierarchy of the Werewolf Kingdom. It disgusted Isabelle to watch this girl all those years ago in Moonstone, how she could shamelessly act so weak and submissive when an alpha’s blood coursed through her veins. Such behavior defied the very rules of nature.

Wolves like Maeve did not belong in their society.

Especially within the presence of nobility.

She had thought Alpha King Arlan was on her side. She had been so careful to emphasize all of Maeve’s faults and shortcomings because she knew how much of a stickler he was to attain nothing less than perfection.

But he… defended that wretch. Tingling with rage, she tossed aside her hairpins.

Why would he do that?!

All of a sudden, the door to her bedroom creaked open as someone entered. She did not need to look up to know who it was—the thick earthy scent of her alpha mate was impossible to mistake.

“I would have been successful if you’d helped me like a good husband!” she argued, balling her fists at her sides. “You should have helped me and defended me, instead of siding with that girl who’s not even part of this family yet!”

“Why should I help you?” he asked, his brow creasing with confusion. “Mae—”

“Don’t say her name around me.”

“Fine,” he sighed, full of exasperation, following her as she went to sit on the edge of their bed. “She is not worth any of this anger. Why does she matter so much to you?”

“I don’t care about her in the slightest,” Isabelle insisted. “But everyone else does—along with that baby of hers—and she’s nothing but a—”

“She means nothing in the grand schemes of things,” Henry firmly insisted, squaring up to Isabelle with resolve. “Unless she is somehow what keeps me from winning that throne, then I have no qualms with the girl or that unborn pup of hers. The only purpose her presence serves to accomplish is to distract my brother,” he added, “which she seems to be quite good at. And since that’s the case, she’s welcome to stay as long as she likes.”