Early morning.
Before the protagonists of the drama could stir, the gossip of the previous night had already awakened, spreading like a virus through the pack.
Word had leaked from the Anderson estate: the newly anointed Alpha heir hadn’t just stayed the night—he had claimed the daughter of the house. According to the night staff, Beverly had been seen retching at dawn. It wasn't the ragged heaving of a hangover; it looked like morning sickness.
To some, the timing seemed impossibly fast. But for those who lived in the shadows of the council, it was perfectly logical. Since his return, Adrian had been seen exclusively with Beverly. Two young, high-status wolves, fueled by mutual ambition and heat—nature had likely taken its course long before the banquet.
In the Anderson dining room, t
