Eight Whelps, Eight Cuts：The Crown Heir Begged Too Late

Eight years ago, my dragon mate Zelrun threw me out of his Keep for my "sister" Mira — a red fox shifter who stole my bloodline, my family, and my future seat on the High Council.They forced me into the arms of a husk. They thought I died forgotten on the frontier.They were wrong.When my brother finally finds me at the edge of the Shadow-Drake Marches, I'm covered in dirt with eight little ones crawling all over me. He laughs. He calls them strays. He tells me to let the guards put them down.He doesn't know who their fathers are.He's about to find out.