Bonnie's face drained of all color, her mouth falling open in stunned silence.
She stood frozen for several heartbeats before managing to speak, her voice barely a whisper.
"That can't be true. You're lying. That pathetic little slut isn't noble blood. It's impossible."
"Trust me, I wish I was lying," Michael snarled, his knuckles white as he gripped the cell bars. "But there's no denying what I witnessed during her treatment. Her memories don't lie. Her mother was heir to the Holden Pack throne, destined to be Alpha. That makes Ruby Ross next in line for that same birthright. And we both know what Holden Pack represents."
Bonnie's blood turned to ice water in her veins.
Everyone knew about Holden Pack. One of the few remaining matriarchal werewolf territories where only women could claim the Alpha title.
If Ruby had been born into any other noble pack, she would simply possess status and wealth. But Holden nobility meant something far more dangerous.
