After My Miscarriage, I Sent the Fetal Specimen to His Mistress's Baby ShowerChapter 1
I was four months into carrying my pup when my mate, Theron Ironmaw, brought another woman into our den. She was seven months along.
"Sera, Corvina Thornveil was Fenris Greyfang's mate. He just passed during the rogue attack and left her and the pup with nothing. I couldn't turn my back on them. Don't worry, it's only temporary. Once she finds a pack willing to take her in, she'll move on."
I was too soft-hearted to say no. I never imagined "temporary" would stretch into two months.
At first, I didn't think much of it. Not until the night I rose from bed, restless with the ache in my lower back that came with carrying, and stumbled onto a scene that stopped me cold.
My mate. And his dead blood-brother's woman. Together by the window, where moonlight pooled across the floor like spilled silver.
Every drop of blood in my body turned to ice.
My wolf went utterly still inside me. Not a sound. Not a whimper. Just a silence so absolute it felt like something had died in the space between one heartbeat and the next.