Chapter 338

Third Person's POV

"Nothing else?" Cleo pressed, her gaze intense.

"Nothing," Constance replied, her heart heavy with disappointment.

The faint cry of "mother" had been a mistake from the start, barely audible and forced.

"Actually, Alpha Garrick isn't what they say. He's upright, like Cyril. They're both..."

"Stop!" Constance's face twisted in anger. "Don't you dare compare Garrick to my son! Cyr