Return Of The Rejected Luna: Am The Lycan Queen
Damian said, though there was no real reprimand in it.
"Don't mother me," Marla said, delighted. "I told you five years ago that woman was rotten stock. Didn't I tell you? The moment we finally rid ourselves of her, look how quickly the pack's luck turned." She raised her glass toward Vivian, seated across the room glowing with satisfaction. "To fertile blood, and good riddance to barren ones."
Vivian smiled demurely, one hand resting over her still-flat stomach, playing the picture of a devoted, radiant Luna perfectly.