The doors opened fully, and the man who entered made every person in the room fall silent.
He was tall, broad shouldered, and carried the kind of presence that needed no introduction.
The Alpha of Blackridge looked around the living hall. “What is going on here?” He asked.
Nobody answered immediately. His eyes moved from the guards to the maids, then stopped on the Luna, his wife.
“Why is everyone gathered?”
The Luna stepped forward. “We had an incident.”
“What incident?”
“Someone tried to put Celine and the unborn heir in danger.”
The Alpha’s expression changed. “Celine?”
Deucalion stepped forward. “She is the woman carrying my child.”
His father looked at him, then at Celine. “So this is her.”
The Luna nodded. “Yes.”
The Alpha slowly studied Celine. Before he could say anyt
