Chapter 147

Jaxon's POV

"What the fuck is going on right now, Ayla?" Rubeus demands this time.

Dusk still hasn't said a word, but I can sense that he's having an internal battle with himself.

"We'll discuss this in private," she replies calmly.

"No," he growls, "tell me now."

The aggression in his tone seems to take her by surprise. She tosses her hair behind her shoulder and leans against a tree, folding her arms. Her face remains emotionless. "Centuries ago, the Moon Goddess created the first werewolves. We began as one kingdom, it was strong, prosperous, and peaceful. I ruled alongside my true mate, and we had seven daughters together. He wanted an heir, but it never happened. One day he was unfaithful and while I was withering in pain in bed, our higher-ranked wolves were ordered to murder my daughters. I too was supposed to die that day, but I fought each and every one of them and killed them all, saving my mate for last. After burying my girls, I realized my wolf and I craved more vengeance