Pregnant with the Dragon King's Triplets
Not the pure, silver-white of Jacob’s clan, but a mottled gray-brown, with streaks of black.
“Jacob, I swear I didn’t—”
“Shut up!” Jacob slapped her across the face. “The pure Silver Wolf bloodline has endured for a thousand years! We have never produced a mutt like this!”
He reached for the baby. “I’ll deal with this disgrace myself!”
“Stop.”
Damien’s voice cut through the air like a blade of ice.
He emerged from the shadows, his golden, slitted eyes locking onto Jacob. The pressure from a true apex predator froze Jacob in place.