"This is my and Jax's pup. Isn't it normal for a wolf's fur color to mutate?"

Clara insisted the little red wolf pup was Jax's, but she didn't know Jax was a purebred white wolf, and his ancestors had never produced a red fur gene.

Jax's face was dark with rage, his massive, muscular body radiating fury.

"Clara, who the fuck did you screw behind my back to birth this? Spill it, or I'll kill the bastard myself."

Father jumped in, scared, trying to calm him.

"Jax, cool it. There might be a misunderstanding. Clara adores you— she wouldn't betray you."

Clara, seeing Father on her side, held the pup up to Jax, her voice soft and seductive.

"Look, our pup looks just like you. Those eyes are identical."

Jax took the little red wolf pup with a cold expression.

The pup, quiet in Clara's arms, burst into wailing cries the moment it saw Jax's face.

That miserable sound reminded me of Zeal struggling in the fire in my past life.

My chest ached so bad I could hardly breathe, brows furrowed tight.

Thorne noticed something was off. He covered my ears with his hands, thinking I hated the pup's cries.

His hypnotic crimson gaze was full of concern— tall, dark-haired, with chiseled features and a seductive aura that made my body tingle even now.

"Bastard!"

Jax cursed, lifting the little red wolf high and slamming it toward the ground.

In that instant, Thorne and I both reached out to catch him. The pup landed safely in Thorne's arms.

Even though I wanted to slaughter Clara and Jax, the little red wolf was innocent.

Everyone in the room was shocked by the scene.

Especially Clara— her face went pale, body shaking.

"Jax, you're so cruel."

Jax looked at Clara with no trace of his former lust.

"Clara, we werewolves prize loyalty to our mates above all, and you openly cheated on me. You call me cruel?"

If I had to pick one good thing about Jax, it was his fierce loyalty.

In my past life, when I didn't get pregnant in six months, he didn't seek out other she-wolves to breed.

Instead, he tormented me night after night, his enormous member ramming into me brutally, choking me with his strong hands while growling filthy commands, fucking me raw until I was begging for mercy, all to vent his frustration.

I wondered if Clara could handle that "blessing" this time.

Clara and Jax argued nonstop in the hall. She swore she hadn't cheated; he refused to claim the red wolf pup as his.

Father, out of ideas, turned to me.

"Rowena, what do you think about this?"

What could I say? The pup wasn't mine. I was just here for the drama, not to get involved.

Thorne suggested.

"I've heard witches have spells to verify bloodlines. The werewolves are tight with witches— why not invite one to check?"

Clara shot it down immediately.

"No way! The pup is mine and Jax's— we don't need a witch to confirm."

But Jax nodded.

"Let's do it your way."

Word spread like wildfire about the witch being invited by the pack. Everyone was curious about the new potential ruler.

Three days later, crowds packed the pack hall entrance to watch the witch cast her spell.

Under the witch's magic, five red marks flew from the little red wolf's forehead. One landed on Jax's hand; the other four shot toward the pack's living quarters.

"Jax, you're one of the pup's fathers... one of them."

The witch's words caused an uproar.

"What does 'one of' mean? Does the pup have multiple dads?"

"But it looks pure red wolf. Jax is pure white wolf, right?"

"That White family second daughter plays dirty. With her wild ways, she should've mated with the elves."

Thorne shielded me in the crowd as we watched the show. Hearing the gossip, I nearly laughed out loud.

I'd always wondered how Clara got pregnant so fast. If the pup had multiple fathers, it made sense.

Clara, desperate to conceive quickly, had taken multiple lovers in the pack.

Breeding with several at once boosted her chances hugely.

But she'd miscalculated— one red wolf's genes dominated, exposing her secret.

Smart or stupid? If she was risking it, why not pick all white wolves instead of throwing a red one in the mix?

Jax's face was black with fury, fists clenched tight, veins bulging on his thick arms. He roared at the servants.

"Round up everyone in the pack with a red mark on their hand. Now!"

Soon, four werewolf males were dragged in— three white wolves and one red.

When I saw the red wolf's appearance, I couldn't help but gasp.

His lithe, toned body was pure temptation, with sharp, exotic features, full lips, and a sultry gaze that screamed sex appeal, his leather pants hugging a noticeable bulge that hinted at wild, passionate nights.

Clara always went for looks— no wonder she'd risked it all to fuck him senseless.

"Got anything to say now, Clara?"

Jax eyed the four wolves, who admitted everything. He lost it, slapping Clara hard across the face, knocking her to the ground.

"This is what you promised when you climbed into my bed— to bear my pup?"

Clara got up, cradling the pup, wiping tears.

"If you hadn't nagged me every day about wanting a pup right away, would I have resorted to this? If you weren't so worthless in bed, would the pup look like a red wolf?"

She grew bolder, voice rising.

"Besides, the witch said it's yours too! Isn't that enough?"

"The next world ruler will be a werewolf's— you should be thanking me, not blaming me!"

Hearing Clara's words, the elf and vampire clan leaders immediately stepped forward from the crowd.