The Matriarch's Silvermoon Sigil
Delia Vale was an Omega from a dying pack, a girl I had sheltered for ten long years.
From the time she was ten, I had provided for her every need, covering everything from her housing to her suppressants.
I treated her like my own sister.
When she was diagnosed with "Bloodline Decay Syndrome," I even begged my fated mate, Rhys Ironridge, the Alpha of the Blackstone pack, to personally perform a purification ritual for her.
But on the full moon of her coming-of-age ceremony, I slipped into her room early, intending to surprise her.
Instead, the surprise was mine when I found Rhys gently nuzzling her slightly swollen belly.
A low, contented rumble echoed in his chest—the sound an Alpha only makes to soothe his pregnant mate.
"Rhys, if Megan finds out about our pup, will she stop my suppressants?"
Rhys pulled her into his arms, his voice laced with that possessive Alpha tone I once cherished. "Don't worry," he murmured. "A wolf like Megan is wild and untamable. She'll never understand what it's like for two broken souls like us to find solace in each other. But she'll play along. She has to, to protect my reputation as an Alpha."
"Once I get my hands on that one-of-a-kind 'Moon Elixir,' I'll sever the mate bond with her and give you and our pup a real home."
I stood frozen outside the door, my gaze fixed on the Silvermoon Crest in my hand. It was the very seal I had just used my inner wolf to activate—the seal authorizing the elixir for her.
I didn't push the door open. I didn't cause a scene.
I just calmly crushed it into powder in my palm, letting the silver dust sift through my fingers.
Rhys Ironridge.
You could never have guessed, not in your wildest dreams, that the 'Moon Elixir' your entire pack pulled strings just to get a glimpse of…
…was created by the very mate you just dismissed as wild and untamable.