Lovynia took Mason to the packhouse that evening. Many of the wolves they saw on their way to the pack greeted Mason with wars friendly smiles. A few of the she-wolves gave Lovynia knowing looks when they noticed her fingers entwined in his. She blushed when a couple of them winked at her. When they got to her bedroom, she stopped and was frozen for a moment. Her fears of him rejecting her surfaced.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling alright?” Mason asked. Lovynia let go of his hand and took a few steps away from him.
“There’s something I have to tell you. I don’t know how you’ll react.” She started. He felt her unease through the mate bond. He took a seat on a chair near her bed. She took a breath and let it out.
“A few years ago, I had a situation. When I was brought here, Sylas’s son, Ke
