Pregnant With His Heir, Buried by His Lies

After we sealed the blood-oath that bound our two bloodlines beneath the Moon Goddess, I went to collect the promise-tokens from the old mark-carver who kept his den on the edge of the eastern hunting grounds, the one who had forged the bonding-tokens for three generations of Valecrest Lunas.

What I found in the velvet-lined box made my blood run cold.

There were two tokens. One was mine. The other bore the mark of Thornecroft.

Vesper Thornecroft.

My intended, Dorian's, childhood she-wolf. The daughter of a rival pack's Beta-enforcer.