"All lies!" she screamed, kicking me while I was down, and I cried for the sharp pain in my stomach. "The king will never have a werewolf mate, let alone an omega of her kind. What potion did you use to deceive him? Release my brother from your spell, witch!"
"Please don't hurt me. Don't hurt my baby!" I pleaded, embracing my belly as I curved protectively around it. "Our love is real!"
"My brother doesn't love you." She started laughing as though she found my desperation amusing. "He only wants an heir to carry on our Lycan bloodline. As soon as the baby is born, he will discard you like the trash you are. You will never be queen, no matter how much you try to deceive the king."
It was then that I smelled Maxus's scent, particularly his wolf's musk, and I knew he was near. "Maxus, please help me," I whispered.
He burst through the tower's high window and landed in front of me. "I warned you, Serafika. I told you to leave my wife alone. Now face your death!" He snarled at his sister, his eyes red, his fur standing at the end of his body, and his teeth bared.
"D-don't hurt me, brother. I'm your sister. I'm the only family who stands by you!"