Casaio pinched the bridge of his nose, releasing a slow, weary sigh. "June has to be out of Nick's life," he said. "She's controlling him, I saw it earlier." His gaze drifted toward Gabriel, who sat opposite him on the sofa, one arm draped along the backrest. "Where are Amelie and Noah?"
"In their room," Gabriel replied. "Noah's asleep."
Casaio nodded absently, guilt tugging at his voice. "I keep thinking… If I hadn't planned my wedding for the same day as theirs, none of this would've happened."
"You're wrong," Gabriel said flatly. "Juniper's always been like this. She just hid it well. She's rotten at heart. I've seen the way she looks at power. What she wants isn't love or peace, it's the crown. She wants Nick to become the next Alpha King so she can stand beside him as Queen. That's what's driving her madness."
Casaio straightened slightly. "Then I can—"
