Present Day

As soon as Sasha opened the library door, the view of Cal’s head atop a porcelain plate, surrounded by what seems to be petals of chrysanthemum, made her heart cease to beat for a second.

            ‘This is pure cruelty,’ she thought and her fingers curled into a fist at that. But one look on her face, Alpha Alain Irons already knew what she thought.

            One look at her auburn hair and amber eyes, he knew this is her—the only daughter of Sheila, the woman he loved.

            But even though she is a blood of her blood, a flesh of her flesh…‘This is not her. And I doubt she...