"Alpha, it’s all my fault," she said, her voice dripping with false remorse. "Even though I knew Kylo was faking his illness, I shouldn’t have competed with a child for your attention. Now it’s made Claire angry at me."
Faking... faking his illness?
My mind went blank, the world tilting on its axis. By the time I regained my senses, I had already slapped Ophelia across the face.
My sister stumbled back, her hand flying to her cheek, eyes wide with shock. But I didn’t care. My hand still tingled from the impact, but it wasn’t enough—not nearly enough to ease the raging storm inside me.
Caspian's face, initially tinged with guilt, shifted instantly. His expression hardened as he positioned Ophelia protectively behind him, his eyes narrowing at me. "Claire, what are you doing? She is your sister!"
I glared at Ophelia, my fury barely contained. "You'd better watch your mouth."
Ophelia, her eyes wide and brimming with mock hurt, leaned closer to my mate, making my wolf uncomfortable. "Alpha, don’t let me come between you two. If my sister won't admit that Kylo is faking his illness, I'll just drop it."