Theron rounded up his packmates and left immediately to get it for her. On his way out, he turned back to me. "Sera, are you hungry? Want me to grab you something?"
"I'm fine. Don't bother."
"Then take good care of Corvina for me, will you? She said her chest is sore from the milk coming in..."
The door clicked shut. Just the two of us now.
The room changed the instant they left. The air thinned. Corvina's scent, that honeysuckle and warm vanilla layered over something cloying and faintly chemical, spread without restraint, no longer tempered by the performance she put on for Theron. It was the scent of a she-wolf who had stopped pretending.
She turned to me with a look that was pure provocation.
"Well, well. I have to say, I'm impressed. Your mate is bedding another wolf, talking about dissolving your bond to register someone else's pup under his bloodline, and you don't even flinch? That's some next-level doormat energy."
I watched her in silence.
Her lips curled. One by one, she undid the ties of her healing gown.
"You know what the difference between us is, Seraphina?"
The figure she revealed made my brow tighten.
"Your body? Let's see how long that lasts after you're done nursing."