Charlotte caught a glimpse of Avery climbing into Hudson’s iron-clad transport, her brow furrowing into a jagged line.

She questioned her own heightened senses for a moment. If the scrolls had been altered according to her design, Dr. Mercer should have already informed the Alpha that Avery’s pregnancy was barely a moon along. Hudson, obsessed with the purity of the Montgomery bloodline, would have believed the child was a bastard.

Knowing the Alpha's lethal temper, Charlotte was certain he wouldn’t tolerate a tainted mate. How could he possibly keep her within the Stronghold walls? Had the neuro-toxin finally rotted his brain?

However, that wasn't the critical point. The danger lay...