Wet, heated sounds followed—lips meeting, breaths tangling, the unmistakable rhythm of bodies pressed together.
Sorenna’s next message appeared in Freya’s crystal comms, glowing with taunting lunar light, [Alpha Riven’s in the showers of my den. For the coming moons, whether it’s the Alpha or your pup, I’ll keep them by my side. You’ll be the one losing face at the public hearing.”
Her confidence was unmistakably bold and the moon days that followed proved she had every reason for it.
Riven and little Kael never once returned to the Moonstone Healing Hall. Not even to check on Freya.
Yet Freya remained outwardly calm, as if nothing could shake her.
Sorenna, assuming it was all an act, continued sending her daily goading messages with clockwork precision.
Riven smothered Sorenna in luxuries befitting a Luna-titled mistress, new estates across pack territories, enchanted fireworks under full-moon skies, chests of rare gems infused with moon magic.
He even cleared out an entire trading plaza so she could shop without disturbance during her “sacred expectancy.”
Soon, rumors of the mysterious “Golden Patroness” behind Alpha Riven spread through the Alpha Hall like wildfire. Her name soared to the top of every wolfnet ranking.
The Corvath Pack’s Beta team released a statement within the hour, “Yes. Alpha Riven is expecting a new pup.”
The simple claim plunged the entire supernatural realm into chaos.
However, Freya didn’t bother with the uproar. She took a carriage straight to the Corvath ancient Manor.
Since she would be leaving the territory soon, she felt obliged to bid farewell to the Corvath elders who had raised her. Despite being a foundling, the pack had sheltered her like true blood.
After she married Riven, the Gordons had even advised the newlyweds to move out of the ancient manor so they wouldn’t feel constrained by ancient Luna traditions.
But the moment she reached the arched entrance, she froze.
From within came soft laughter and warm conversation.
“Mother, relax,” a woman’s voice said brightly. “We’ll give the Corvath bloodline two pups within three years. I won’t let this lineage end with me.”
Ivora Corvath, Riven’s mother, chuckled with joy. “Good girl. That’s all this old wolf hopes for. I dream of seeing this house lively again.”
Then she sighed with sympathy.