Chapter 70

Edric's POV

I listen to Alexander waffling on about the great Blake Lycans, and how they’re coming to their end. It does not escape his keen mind that they created their own downfall. “My first mate, Maxwell’s mother, was my first cousin. I should have known that weak bitch wouldn’t deliver good pups, but my father demanded it.”

I say nothing, just stare at poor Maxwell – he’s no older than seventy, young for a Lycan, but he looks double that age. “He didn’t have any pups?”

“A few…none of them came to term.”

“My second mate was a second cousin. She delivered only female pups. All of them dead now.” He spits in disgust. “I have a new mate, unrelated, but she’s not taking.”

It’s astounding that an otherwise intelligent wolf can be so fucking dense. They must have known the effect their inbreeding would have on their offspring.

“This one--” he waves a hand in Maxwell’s direction --“was born retarded. We’ve been hiding it