Charlotte’s eyes burned with a cold, jagged light as she paced the stone floor of the infirmary. “Watch your tongue, half-blood. If Bennett weren’t such a spineless cur, I would have severed our Mate-Contract the moment the moon turned.”

Ever since Charlotte had caught Bennett rutting with a low-ranked omega in the servant quarters, the younger Montgomery brother had abandoned all pretense of loyalty. He had begun bringing mistresses into the High Seat openly, flaunting his infidelity before the pack elders.

Driven by a feral rage, Charlotte had sought out Victoria to demand a disciplinary hearing.

But the Matriarch had been ice-cold. “Why do you howl at me?” Victoria had...