Nova Peak Yerûmpiits

“Play dumb with me?” His feigned innocence riles as much as the smirk she wants desperately to bite off his face. “Pretend like half the pack wasn’t witness to your sloppy attempts at infidelity?”
Ayovi spits the words, casting a muzzle over shoulder in the direction of the man’s den.
“For some ungodly reason that woman in there loves you. You: a man willing to trade the respect and love of her and your child to get his dick wet.”
Neither voice nor expression obscures her revulsion. He had taken Elowen’s heat— they had married. But she didn’t need to settle for this one, not when she is surrounded by support.