I edged closer and snatched the picture from his hands, my heart sinking as I confirmed it was Amara. “Alpha, can’t you let the late Luna rest in peace? For Pete's sake, she’s been gone for eight long years!”
In that instant, everything fell into place. It dawned on me that Alpha Asher was still caught in his enduring love for Amara, viewing Beatrice as if she were their child. But she wasn’t. I was the one who had given her life. I had to remind him that Beatrice was my daughter, not Amara's.
With anger bubbling inside me, I flung the photo at him, snatched my pillow, and stormed off to our daughter’s room.
As the days passed, I kept my distance from Alpha Asher, staying close to my daughter's room. Yet, it was a struggle to concentrate on my duties as Luna.
During my free time, I returned to the infirmary to speak with the healer about my daughter's health, something I hadn’t managed to do earlier. To my relief, Beatrice was in perfect health and eager to begin her training.