Chapter 65

• Third Person’s POV
• “Moon curse take him — how shameless can he get!” the doll-faced young she-wolf burst out.
• The other females turned, eyes blazing, their wolves snarling in shared disgust. None of them wanted to be the next Sophia Holland — betrayed, forgotten, her bloodline wiped from the records. John Wilson had cast away his mate’s name to crawl up the ranks of his Pack, and now his grandson Alan Wilson — no, Alan Holland — carried that cursed blood with pride.