"Olivia's an idiot," James said dismissively. "She signed every consent form I put in front of her without reading a single line. The experimental treatments, the wolf essence extractions, the terminations—she authorized all of it, thinking they were pack registration forms or whatever bullshit I told her."
My legs threatened to give out, but I forced myself to stay still. I had to keep listening.
"Those four pups," Mia murmured. "You really used their wolf essence to cure my womb?"
"Every single one," James replied without remorse. "Different stages of development, different protocols. And it worked. You're cured, and you're carrying my pup."
Mia giggled softly. "Thanks to Olivia's pups."
My knees went weak, and I almost dropped to the floor. It became hard to breathe, and my ears rang. My vision blurred, and for a moment I thought I would lose consciousness. My wolf was screaming for vengeance.
My four pups hadn't died from miscarriage—they had been murdered by their father, for my sister.
Olivia’s POV