he stood if she knew. Her Lycanthrope nature could not contain such fury. I am her mate, her lover, my children are sacrosanct to her. Even though they were fathered by an ungrateful gobshite. It didn’t matter who impregnated her mate, only that Lexi and Abi were mine. They were born of my flesh and blood. They are nearly Demigoddesses, they are such powerful, potent examples of the Aubrey bloodline.
“We have little choice but to check up. I want the Ancients to see my face and feel my fury. I want them to remember why it is a poor choice to cross my daughters. With all the upheaval in the Vampyr community, I do not wish to see any ancient powers design their throne.”
I said, and no one argued my logic. Even Anne could understand why I was so concerned with the constant flux in the immor
