IVAN'S POV
I was still reeling from my meeting with Maeve as I returned to the throne room, dispersing the last of the wedding crowd.
At this point, it was clear—there wasn't going to be a wedding anymore.
The flower arrangements were already being cleared away. The decorations were being pulled down.
Serena was nowhere to be found. Most likely holed up in her chambers, throwing a fit. She had spent weeks planning this wedding—obsessing over every last detail.
I could understand why she'd be upset. But it didn't change the fact that I had an heir.
Although the DNA results had yet to be revealed, I couldn't deny the resemblance. The boy was mine.
The test was nothing more than a formality—something to silence any opposition that might arise in the future.
I had been around pack politics long enough to know that legitimacy was everything. A single shred of doubt could create fractures that would be impossible to mend.
