Nellie’s POV
The dining room of the pack house in Moon’s Fang smelled of bitter coffee and the kind of tension that hung in the air like a dense fog. Sitting at the table, across from my mother-in-law, Claire, I felt her scrutinizing gaze burning into my skin. Her hair was tied in a severe bun, and her eyes—identical to Ethan’s amber ones—oozed disapproval.
“Have you fulfilled your duty as Luna, as my son’s wife?” she asked with a mocking tone that cut me to the bone.
That b***h.
I was sure it had been her who had sent Ethan to force himself on me, to get me pregnant.
I didn’t answer. I pressed my lips to the rim of my cup instead.
“We’ll know soon enough,” she continued, noting my silence. “I only hope the child has as little of you as possible. That it doesn’t inherit your omega bl
