Every time Theron's pack brothers saw me, they smiled and called me their Alpha's mate. Warm. Respectful. Familiar. They lowered their gazes in deference. They tilted their heads when they greeted me.
And the whole time, behind my back, they'd already given Corvina a title of her own.
How ironic.
I yanked the bedroom door open and stormed out. The moment I reached the main hall of the den, one of the house wolves hurried over, her head lowered, eyes averted. "Luna Ironmaw, you're awake! The second Luna went into labor suddenly. Alpha Ironmaw took her to the Healing Hall!"
I stopped dead. My wolf, who had been coiled tight and restless beneath my ribs since the moment I'd seen that group chat, went utterly still.
"'Second Luna'?" The words came out quiet. Dangerously quiet. "Who told you to call her that?"
I grabbed the ceremonial stone vase beside me and hurled it to the floor. It shattered across the slate, fragments spinning into the walls. The sound cracked through the den like a bone breaking. My chest heaved. The house wolf flinched so hard she nearly dropped to her knees, her wolf's submission rolling off her in waves.