Charm Of The Blind

My husband sat in his study, head down and confiding with his best friend, “I can't wait to give Deborah the reign that belongs to her rightfully. She's carrying my child. She should be the Alpha of the pack, not Eleanor.”

He spoke with such glee that it churned the insides of my gut. I was speechless. The Alpha of Rivermoon, my mate and husband, was out there impregnating not just anyone but my own sister's daughter.

“She deserves her rights back.” He added proudly.

“What about Eleanor? She's been recovering from the war for four years. Wouldn't she be upset?”