His Scent on Her Moonlight Oil
My fated mate, Rhys Sterling, invited me to his pack’s full moon bonfire when I was seven months pregnant with our pup.
The moon was high and bright, but a wave of pregnancy-induced nausea had sent me slipping away to the lounge, where I was quietly scrolling through my phone.
Suddenly, a Beta wolf from his pack, Blair Lowell, sauntered over and straddled Rhys's lap. "Hurry up with that moonlight oil! And don't just do my collarbones. I don't want splotchy marks from the ritual."
Did I hear that right?
My fated mate, Rhys Sterling, casually picked up the oil bottle and, without a flicker of hesitation, began applying it to her neck. "Your scent mark is already fading. I'll help you deepen it, make your wolf's presence stronger."
Blair swatted his shoulder playfully. "And what's that to you? You're the one who said my wolf's scent wasn't strong enough last time."
The other pack members started whistling and catcalling.
As Rhys spread the oil near her heart, his gaze flickered to me for a fraction of a second. But Blair grabbed his hand, pushing it closer to her chest.
"Don't worry, Avalon. He's touched me here so many times, he's practically immune. It's just moonlight oil. No need to get jealous, right?"
I scoffed. The betrayal was so blatant, so utterly shameless. I turned away, mind-linking my clan's elder and requesting the ceremony to sever our mate bond.
I wasn't jealous. I was furious. And they would both face the wrath of the Vance clan.