I took a slow breath. Then I held up my own scrying mirror, pointing at the wolf whose image glowed on its surface.
"This is your mate?"
Raven leaned in to look.
The color drained from her face.
Then she screamed.
"How dare you keep my mate's image in your personal mirror!" She jabbed a finger at me, voice climbing to a shriek. "He's the Alpha of the Nightbloom Pack! You think a delusional little omega like you has a chance with him?!"
"I'm warning you—I just gave him a son! A strong, healthy pup! My bond-mother adores him!" Her chest heaved. "Give up already!"
Passersby stopped. Heads turned. A crowd of pack members and market-goers began to form.
And all I could feel was the sheer absurdity of it crashing over me like a wave.
I laughed.
The Nightbloom Pack was my father's territory—my bloodline's legacy. He'd only entrusted it to Kael to manage as Alpha-Consort. Since when did that make Kael the true Alpha?
And the real joke? Kael's doting mother—the she-wolf who smiled so sweetly at me, who played the perfect pack matron—she'd known about this affair all along.
Which meant she'd approved of my pup's moon-gold being handed over to Raven.