The Marchioness Strikes Back,His Mistress Picked the Wrong Woman

I returned to the capital with the Elder Luna Queen after a sacred pilgrimage to the Greyveil Sanctuary.

My carriage was blocked halfway by a delicate-looking she-wolf with a swollen belly.

"I beg the Pack Heir's bonded mate to grant me and my pup a place in the den. I ask for no title, but the baby in my womb is the Heir's own flesh and blood. He cannot be left out in the cold."

The Pack Heir of the Shadowmere bloodline had been mated three years without producing an heir of his own. And now, out of nowhere, someone claimed to be carrying his pup.