Chapter 131

I know he’s said it twice now, but he can’t be right about the hybrid thing. I mean, my mother had two planned pups, and she never mentioned issues in pregnancy or carrying us, so neither of my parents could have been hybrids, which means I’m not. And then there’s the matter of Sierra ... she is a wolf. “She can’t be a hybrid. That makes no sense at all. Juan Santo is a pureblood who wouldn’t tolerate that kind of union. His son’s a pureblood; it’s all he ever goes on about.” Rolling my eyes without meaning to, a little anger spiking through as memory replays the whole superior, lording over the mountain bullshit. Juan’s constant lord and king kick and preaching to the packs for decades about his family’s traced pure line of genetics. The Santos pride themselves on being from the strongest lineage of wolves. He would never willingly take a mate who was anything less. I mean, look at his reaction to me and Colton's imprinting. That says it all! The doc looks behind him, checking his ass