His Rogue Luna is a Princess (Mia and Derek) novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228

CASSANDRA

The numbers weren’t adding up, and Father was livid.

+25 BONUS

I sat stiffly at the table in the packhouse’s formal office, a fan of expense reports and ledgers laid out in front of me like a criminal record. My criminal record, apparently.

“You bought what?” he barked, his voice bouncing off the walls.

“A mare,” I said evenly, smoothing my palm across the crease in my blouse. “Moon–blessed. Champion lineage. For the charity auction-”

“For what auction?” he snapped, stabbing a thick finger at the figure circled in red at the bottom of the page. “You spent more on saddle fittings than we did training new warriors. Are we running a pack or a stable?”

I bit the inside of my cheek. Hard. I’d learned long ago not to take the bait too quickly.

He leaned across the table, eyes narrowed. “You think you’re going to be Luna,” he sneered. “That Derek’s finally going to come to his senses and put a crown on your pretty head. You think if you decorate the palace, the king will move in?”

My nails dug into my palms under the table. “It’s for the good of the pack.”

“It’s for your ego.”

Before I could spit a response, the office door flew open.

Both of us turned. The wind hit first–cool and sharp–and then Derek stepped into the room like the storm itself had answered my prayers.

Except he didn’t look like the man I’d spent years shaping my life around. He looked like fire made flesh. His eyes burned, jaw locked, shoulders drawn tight with something dangerous.

“Derek, my boy!” Father said, instantly switching gears, standing and smiling like a fool. “We were just going over some budgeting-”

“I need to speak with Cassandra,” Derek said, voice like stone. “Alone.”

The temperature in the room plummeted.

Father paused. The smile didn’t drop off his face so much as freeze there, brittle and forced. He looked at me. A loaded glance: what now? And then he looked back at Derek and gave a little bow.

“Of course,” he said smoothly. “I’ll leave you to it.”

As he passed behind my chair, he clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder. I didn’t flinch. I’d long since stopped reacting to his

version of affection.

The door clicked shut behind him.

Silence.

I turned to Derek slowly, schooling my features into something soft and confused. The way I always had to with him. It had

worked before.

But the way he looked at me?

I’d never seen that look in his eyes. Not even when I pushed him too far. Not even when I touched wounds he thought he’d

buried.

“What have you done?” he hissed.

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Chapter 228

My stomach twisted into a knot.

He knew.

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