Severed from the Pack The Alpha Matriarch’s Late-Bloom Heir

On the second day of the Lunar New Moon Festival, my daughter and her mate brought the pups back to the Ashenvale den for the seasonal gathering.

I reached out eagerly to take the second pup from her arms, my heart swelling with warmth.

"Little one, let your grandmother hold you!"

My daughter's mate corrected me with a sharp edge in his voice: "Mother, you are the maternal grandmother, not the paternal one."

I froze, my wolf stirring uneasily beneath my skin. "We agreed the second pup would carry the Ashenvale clan-mark. If not his grandmother, what else would I be?"