After advising Freya to release her worries, the healer slipped out of the chamber.
Freya glanced at the lunar calendar beside her bed—and her breath caught.
Just then, Sorenna strutted into the ward, her belly visibly round, her scent thick with early-pregnancy hormones.
“I’m pregnant,” she announced coldly, tossing a moon-clinic report onto Freya’s bed. “The pup belongs to Alpha Riven.”
“So?” Freya replied softly. Her voice was hoarse from illness.
“The pup needs a father, so kindly step aside and sever your bond with him,” Sorenna demanded.
She hadn’t expected to become pregnant either, but now she possessed the perfect weapon to drive Freya out.
“Does Riven know?” Freya asked.
“He will,” Sorenna smirked. “I’m just giving you the courtesy of hearing it first.”
Remembering Riven’s warning not to push her luck, Sorenna swallowed hard.
Freya spoke quietly, “My birthday is on the fourteenth. If you can call him away from his press gathering that day, I’ll sever our mate bond.”
Sorenna blinked. “You’re serious? You won’t trick me?”
“I don’t lie,” Freya said. And she meant it.
It wouldn’t merely be a mate bond severance. It would be her disappearance from his world—forever.