Only Two More Weeks
"Of course not, Grandmother," Lillian grinned from ear to ear.
Conrad Woodland looked at his mother and his daughter. The sight of the two women exchanging smiles over the poisoning of Lucien Clearwater made him sick.
"Excuse me," the Alpha said before he hurried away, leaving more than half of his breakfast behind.
Lucrethia humphed with disdain as she watched her son's figure retreating from the dining table.
"He has always been a weakling, your father," Lucrethia commented, not even restraining herself from badmouthing her son in front of her granddaughter.
"I think he got his genes from his weakling father. Glad that you have none of those. You are strong, just like me."
Lillian beamed at Lucrethia, but she was seething inside.
Just who wanted to be as evil and cruel as Lucrethia?