After Six Years Of Lies, Both My Wolf And I Awakened

ceremony, I caught Erick Lawson, my mate, in bed w

atal tonic I had drunk six years ago was, in f

anded it to

ad long since d

nd Misha took the baby's body away, shoved their bastard,

x years raising m

trying to usurp my

d Noah in front of the entire pack, s

me of having no wolf, being unable to be

nded I give u

a look of smug satisfaction, and curled my lip

.

ll those years ago." When I heard Erick's voice drift out

s ajar, candlelight cast two

hard on my lower lip, watching Erick

ion ceremony, yet Erick

becoming pack leader again. So I had made his favori

ave imagined hearin

ing her loving mate every single day. The whole pack says you threw away your dignity as an Alpha for Lillia

hat betrayed his desire, but his words made me tremble. "After tomo

couldn't bear to leave Lillian,

ce she got pregnant, the previous leader, her father, wanted to hand the entire pack over to her. If she had given birth to a child who would be the r

t, my mind went

ave birth kept flashi

e blood soaking through the animal hides in great dark

and so tight, telling me again and again that th

black

ed, placed a wrinkled infant

at Noah was never

hat a shame that Lillian still doesn't know that the

an't tell bloodlines by scent. If she were a normal werewolf, she would have known something was off the very first

ook. Tears welle

my wolf had vanish

one kne

ealer in the world, and all of them ha

olf form, nor could I feel the tie betwe

gain and again, saying that a female werewolf who c

nt of me, using his authority as

long as he was there,

other female werewolf and had call

g will go wrong tomo

at Noah is not Lillian's child. She can't shift, she can't produce a real heir, and the pack will naturally doubt whether she is qualified to be

ng brighter with delight. "And th

te." Erick paused and continued. "After I become leader t

ed speaking, I could

od of a leader from each generation. She may not have a wolf, but she still carrie

er. "And after the

uous voice. "No one would care about a worthless cripple

talking and b

n around and walked ou

rely hold myself up. The corrido

issed a step, and I nearly tumbled down. I

nd bled from my gr

shut the door and hur

was churnin

and dry-heaved for a long

otsteps sounded o

kly cleaned the blood off my hands,

ick walked in

ways did, but the moment I saw him,

"You look so pal

grown up beside me, had formed a mate bond with

ight amount of concern

mited right then and there, but I forced myself to say

visibly

ck gently. "Don't worry. No matter what hap

d closed my eyes, but all I c