Viola spotted the mark immediately. The rumors had to be true—her step-sister was actually here. When she'd heard Mason, that gossipy omega, whispering about the king's woman and her origins, Viola had pressed for every detail.
Mason's description had painted a picture that screamed Phoebe. She'd been one of the most stunning girls in their pack, back when she wasn't constantly dodged flying garbage and cruel taunts.
Their last encounter was two years back, right before Viola abandoned everything—the pack, her Luna position—to flee with her destined mate. No goodbyes, no explanations. She'd known Kevin would've murdered her mate without hesitation, and her stepfather would never have blessed the union.
But here was Phoebe, sprawled across the infirmary bed, and somehow she'd become the king's mate. The future queen of this entire kingdom. The irony twisted Viola's stomach with worry.
