Another Chance for the Luna Queen

Amanda stared at me with wide, surprised eyes as she sat in the makeup chair. It was my wedding day, and yet she was the one being pampered and made beautiful.

Maybe it was the stress of the morning or the embarrassment from my foolish phone call to Alexander, but I felt myself losing control of my anger.

I had tried so hard these past weeks since my second chance began to act as though nothing had

changed in my affection and friendship with Amanda. But I wasn't sure I could handle pretending much longer.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice sharp.noveldrama

Amanda glanced around, as if trying to figure out who I was talking to. Her attempt to play innocent only fueled my anger further.

"I asked you a question. What are you doing?" I repeated, more forcefully this time.

"I'm just getting ready," she replied, looking at the hairdresser with an expression of disbelief, as if to say I was being ridiculous.

"I asked you to come early to help me," I continued, my voice growing more heated. "You were supposed

to put your things away and come back downstairs, and yet here you are, getting pampered and spoiled on my wedding day. You seem to think you're the bride today."

I could see a flicker of anger cross Amanda's face. She scoffed, shaking her head.

"I'm just getting ready," she said defensively. "Doesn't it make more sense for me to get ready first, so that if I run out of time while setting up-"

"No, it doesn't," I snapped. "I asked you to put your things upstairs and come help me. That was over an hour ago All this time, I thought you had come back and started helping, but instead, you were up here the whole time... relaxing."

"I've had a very rough morning," she retorted, her tone icy

"So have I," I shot back, my voice rising in frustration.

"You've acted like a spoiled little princess about this entire thing," Amanda said angrily. "You think that the wedding has to be perfect, that you have to look perfect. It's ridiculous, and it's embarrassing." She stood up from the chair and stepped towards me, her eyes blazing with anger.

"It does have to be perfect," I retorted. "After all of the embarrassment that you and David have caused, if the wedding isn't perfect, it's only going to cause more rumors to spread and hurt both of our packs. And I suppose you

think that's my fault too. I suppose you think it's my fault that you lost control of your wolf in the restaurant and that David insulted me in front of reporters at the banquet."

My hands were shaking as I clenched them into fists at my sides. I never wanted things to get this far.

I had hoped that I would be able to stop the wedding from going forward and get out of my engagement with David before it came to this, but David and Amanda had managed to weasel their way out of everything, and now here she was once again insulting me, trying to make me feel sorry for her as if she were the victim here.

But the reality was she's the one who is planning my murder.

Amanda's facial expression changed as she took in my words. The anger melted into concern, maybe even she realized that I was right.

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"And besides all of that," I added, taking a few deep breath "the Alpha King is on his way. The wedding has to be

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perfect so that we are not embarrassed in front of him."

"What are you talking about?" she said in disbelief. I could feel the makeup artist and the hairdresser turn to look at me in shock. "The king doesn't come to weddings like this," Amanda said.

"His people called ahead to make sure we're prepared for him," I informed her. "Everyone downstairs is scrambling to make sure that everything is in place and ready for his arrival, yet here you are playing dress-up and ignoring the fact that I asked you for help."

Amanda's mouth opened and closed a couple of times, but no words came out. She turned and looked in the mirror at her half-finished hair and makeup, then she glanced back at me. "I can't go out like this," she said weakly.

I pointed at the mirror and turned my eyes to the hairdresser.

"Get her ready, and do it quickly, please," I said with a shaky voice. "We have a lot of work to do, and you were only hired to do my hair, no one else's, so I don't know why you even started."