Chapter 75

• Celeste’s POV
• Michael’s chest heaved as he stepped back, eyes blazing with a mixture of triumph and rage that sent shivers through the room. He made no effort to hide his pride, the predatory edge in his stance sharp as a wolf scenting weakness. “Even the car that took him to Angel Reform Academy… it was arranged by my mother herself!” His voice was jagged, hysterical, as if confessing this were the only way to make his conscience rest.
• “When he drank that poisoned water, there was only one heir to the Emberwood Pack—me!”