The Heir He Called a Mutt
Six months pregnant, I ran into my ex, Bryce, at a glamorous charity auction. His cold gaze swept over my stomach, and a cruel smile curled his lips.
"Aveline. I never thought you'd sink this low, trying to taint my bloodline with some mutt."
"Did you really think getting pregnant with my pup would force me to bond with you? To make you my Luna? Dream on."
He took a step closer, his scent thick with threat.
I said nothing, meeting his venomous glare without flinching.
A flicker of contempt crossed his eyes.
"I told you before. Only the pure-blooded Giselle is fit to bear my heir. That thing in your belly? I'll never acknowledge it. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get rid of it."
When I didn't give him the reaction he wanted, he jutted his chin at the two werewolves behind him. They tensed immediately, ready to take me by force.
"Since you refuse, I'll take care of it for you," he snarled. "If this ruins my chance to get into the Obsidian River pack, you'll pay a price worse than death."
I almost scoffed.
Little did he know, the pup he wanted to kill was the heir to Orion, Alpha of the Obsidian River pack. Bryce was the one signing his own death warrant.