That stained-glass saint? Ironic. The real witch walks in pearls and maroon silk, holding a dagger like it’s a wine glass. Luna thinks she’s the protagonist—but the moment Maeve Kingston escapes, the power shifts. Her Three Alphas isn’t about romance. It’s about who gets to rewrite the myth. 🔮🔪
Luna’s panic feels real—because it *is*. Her mom, the ‘Luna of the Blood Fang Pack’, isn’t just hiding a past; she’s weaponizing denial. That knife? Not for protection. For control. And when the ‘survivor’ turns out to be a trap… oh honey, Her Three Alphas just got a fourth player. 🩸✨