"Stop this," I growled lowly, stepping closer. "Stop pretending. If you’re carrying my pups, I have a right—"
Her laugh, cold and humorless, cut me off. "A right to what?" she snapped back. Her voice rose, trembling with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. "You must be mistaking me for someone else. I don’t recall being anything more than just a Luna in name to you!"
My wolf snarled, fury bubbling beneath the surface as her words dug into me. "Say it," I demanded, my voice dropping low. "Are you pregnant, or not?"
For a heartbeat, I thought she’d answer. Her lips parted, her shoulders trembling ever so slightly—but instead, she exhaled sharply and steeled her expression.
"I was delivering herbs to Lucas," she said coldly. "At the hospital. That’s all."
The lie was obvious. It hung
