Esmond's POV
Hazel knelt on the moss-green carpet, her rogue scent of rotting grass mixing with the salty tang of tears.
I grabbed her, disgusted, and tried to drag her out of my parents' villa.
Suddenly, Priscilla swung her cane, striking my back. The moonstone at the tip tore through my shirt, leaving a stinging pain.
Priscilla roared, "For that barren b***h from the Shadowfang Pack, you're willing to ruin your inheritance?"
When the cane came down a second time, I caught the jewel-encrusted shaft with my bare hand. "Priscilla, you should be more concerned about how to explain to Alpha Drogo why you've been harboring a rogue, which could lead to the Ironclaw Pack being investigated by the elders."
"As for the child in her belly, it must be dealt with!"
As I finished speaking, six
