Chapter 3 The Future Heir
It was as though they were making no effort to hide their actions, openly flaunting their connection in front of everyone, intentionally deepening Addison's hurt.
The mockery in their voices was unmistakable, and it stung sharply in the silence that followed.
Zion's subordinates seemed to take pleasure in the way he doted on the woman, and the woman herself eagerly fed Zion, her gestures almost too eager, as if they were both trying to show off for everyone to see.
Every word and action felt like a deliberate jab at Addison, making the truth painfully clear.
The woman's voice, soft yet filled with playful reproach, rang out, "Zion, you should eat. You've been carrying me all the way from the frontlines to your pack, and I know you're exhausted."
"You even gave up more than half of your rations to make sure I and the pup were well-fed." Her words, laced with a subtle yet unmistakable meaning, hung in the air. Every syllable seemed to speak volumes, unsaid thoughts making it clear to everyone present.
"Regarding resting in the alpha suite, I should avoid that. It's situated on the top floor of your packhouse, and being there would be inconvenient since I am heavily pregnant."
The woman then paused as if she was thinking hard about something before she continued. "But I would love it if you could put me on a floor that was not too high or too low for me to be able to see the land where you grew up."
All the pack members looked at each other with knowing glances before smiles spread across their faces.
If they were just speculating earlier, now that the words came from Claire's lips and with Zion never disagreeing, it truly meant that the pup inside Claire's belly was the future heir of their Midnight River Pack. Everyone's mood turned joyous as they continued to toast to Zion and Claire.
As a werewolf, Addison, like everyone else in the hall has a sharp hearing, she could hear every word the woman spoke.