He grabbed the containers and headed for the hearth-stone.
My connection to the pack-net pulsed. A new reply on that mark-thread.
[My mate made way too much food, so I had him bundle up the rest. Picked out this adorable moon-rabbit container myself—can't have my precious wolf going hungry.]
The moon-rabbit container sitting on our table burned into my vision like silver against flesh.
The tears wouldn't stop.
So the foolish she-wolf in that mark-thread—the one being made a fool of—was actually me.
"Selene, it's all warmed up. Let me feed you."
I looked at Kael's gentle expression, his dark eyes soft in the firelight.
I still didn't want to believe it. That he could scheme against me with another wolf like this.
We'd been matched through the Council of Elders. He'd seemed so sincere during our courtship, so devoted to building our bond, so steady in his position as Beta.
We'd formed our mating bond because our bloodlines were compatible, but somewhere along the way, I'd fallen deeply in love with him.
Every time my heat passed without conception, he'd comfort me so tenderly, holding me through the disappointment.