“Heard you brought a bastard child to the party?” Ruby mocked, as I cringed at her words and placed my hands on my waist. The anger was surging inside me, remembering how she had sent someone to r**e and murder me.
“Watch your mouth, Ruby or I can seal it shut for you with glue,” I threatened while ominously advancing towards her.
“Seems like I touched a nerve. If you are so interested in playing step-mom, I have contacts of a few Alphas who have lost their Lunas. Maybe you can entertain them and become a breeder. You won't have to parade around a bastard child,” she continued to mock me. I would have ignored her childish ass if she wouldn't keep dragging Oliver into the conversation.
With the kind of gutter mind she had, she believed Oliver was my bastard child, I could see the
