Chapter 49

Eleanor's POV

I stood on the porch upstairs, my eyes fixed on the dense forest that surrounded the pack house. My heart was heavy with anger and disbelief. How could my son, Ramsey, have committed such an atrocious act while I was still alive?

He had finally gone through with his wishes. He had finally married that girl and tainted our family line forever. The nerve!

As if marrying that gypsy girl, Astra wasn't bad enough, he'd had to engage in a brawl with her former lover on his wedding day in front of hundreds of guests.

I had watched the faces of the invited royal guests as Ramsey had fought with that alpha. They had been horrified—of course, they had to act horrified to look like they were on our side—but underneath the horror, I had seen amusement and jest, as clear as day on their faces.

They were making fun of us in secret, I knew. They also wondered, like me, why Ramsey had ignored all the eligible women in his pack and gone for a mere commoner instead. A woman who was made