Faking... faking illness?
My mind went blank. By the time I snapped back to reality, I had already slapped my sister across the face.
The Alpha’s face, which had been tinged with a flicker of guilt, shifted instantly to one of cold fury. He positioned Morgana protectively behind him, his eyes narrowing as he fixed his gaze on me. "What the hell are you doing? She is your sister!"
I ignored his outburst, fixing my steely gaze solely on Morgana. "Watch your tongue. It doesn’t matter if we share blood; you have no right to disrespect my son."
Morgana’s expression turned wounded as she looked up at Thorne, her voice trembling. "Alpha, please don’t let me come between you two. If my sister won’t acknowledge that Cassian is faking his illness, I’ll just drop it."
My heart pounded as I turned to Thorne, my voice low but filled with resolve. "Do you really believe our son is faking it too?"
Thorne’s silence was deafening. He glanced around, his gaze scanning the empty space as if he expected Cassian to magically appear.
With a tone that tried to mask his mounting irritation, Thorne asked, "Where did you take Cassian? I can’t sense him anywhere."