James ended the call and pulled Mia close as a genuine smile spread across his face. It was something I hadn't seen for years.
"You're pregnant," he said softly.
Mia gasped, her hands flying to her stomach. "Are you serious?"
"Yes." He kissed her deeply. "And the healer said your womb is responding perfectly to the treatment. The wolf essence transfusions are working. One more test next week to confirm your womb is fully restored, and then we can finally start our family properly."
Happy tears streamed down Mia's face. "Oh my Goddess. James, we're going to have a pup."
"We are." He cradled her face in his hands. "You're going to be an amazing mother."
My heart bled as my hand moved instinctively to my own stomach, where my pup was growing.
Mia's smile faded slowly. "What about Olivia?"
James's smile grew cold, his eyes flashing gold briefly. "You don't need to worry, baby. After next week's test shows you're healed, I won't need her anymore."
My blood ran cold.
What did that mean?
"I still can't believe she never figured it out," Mia laughed. "You told her it was incompatibility between your wolves, and she believed you."
"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