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Alpha Luther's POV I hadn’t seen Criseda in months, not since she’d been betrothed to Alpha Kael. Frostmoon had taken everything from me. They’d taken enough. I missed her, but that last question of hers—it stung, though I couldn’t say why. My mind, for some reason, drifted to Kaida. There was no one else in the picture, so why would Criseda even ask me that? If there was one thing certain about me, it was that I wasn’t interested in love. Criseda knew this. She was the only one I’d ever truly loved, but Frostmoon had always been after everything that should’ve been mine, starting with the throne. If only my father had accepted me and my mother, the throne would have been mine. Frostmoon would have been mine. And since I couldn’t have it, I’d make sure I destroyed every single