The mansion had become a battlefield of whispers and tension in the days after the ruined wedding.
Victoria refused to fade quietly into the background. She returned the very next morning, flanked by two lawyers from her pack and wearing a carefully chosen outfit that accentuated her still-flat stomach. Her dramatic entrance into the grand hall sent fresh ripples of shock through the already exhausted pack.
“I am carrying Xander’s child,” she announced again, voice ringing with conviction. “I will not be silenced. This heir belongs to the Avila bloodline, and I will not let that human girl steal what is rightfully mine.”
The pack descended into turmoil.
Elders argued in hushed but heated tones. Younger wolves looked confused and divided. Some demanded immediate proof, while others shou
