The Marchioness Strikes Back,His Mistress Picked the Wrong Woman — Novel

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In the heart of the capital, tensions rise as the Pack Heir's mate returns from a sacred pilgrimage, only to find her world turned upside down. A delicate she-wolf, claiming to bear the Heir's child, kneels before her carriage, invoking the wrath of a crowd hungry for scandal. With whispers of jealousy swirling like shadows, the air crackles with unspoken challenges and lurking fears. Can she protect her position and the legacy of the Shadowmere bloodline, or will the newcomer’s desperate plea for mercy unravel everything?

As accusations fly and loyalties are tested, the stakes grow higher. With every tear shed and every whispered rumor, the fragile bond between mates is threatened. The question lingers: will the Heir's true desire for an heir be the very thing that tears them apart? Caught in a web of deceit and longing, the Marchioness must navigate a world where trust is a luxury and betrayal is a heartbeat away. Will she strike back before it's too late, or will the echoes of her past seal her fate? In a game of power and passion, only one thing is certain—nothing is as it seems.

The Marchioness Strikes Back,His Mistress Picked the Wrong WomanChapter 1

I returned to the capital with the Elder Luna Queen after a sacred pilgrimage to the Greyveil Sanctuary.

My carriage was blocked halfway by a delicate-looking she-wolf with a swollen belly.

"I beg the Pack Heir's bonded mate to grant me and my pup a place in the den. I ask for no title, but the baby in my womb is the Heir's own flesh and blood. He cannot be left out in the cold."

The Pack Heir of the Shadowmere bloodline had been mated three years without producing an heir of his own. And now, out of nowhere, someone claimed to be carrying his pup.

The woman trembled as though she might collapse at any moment, the very picture of helplessness.

"The Heir is away from the capital. If his mate mistreats us, if she lets his own flesh and blood be cast aside, does she not fear he'll come home and sever the bond?"

Sever our bond? This woman was clever, I'd give her that. But she'd gotten one thing wrong.

I was not someone the Pack Heir of the Shadowmere bloodline could cast aside.

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"Please, I beg the Heir's mate to show mercy. Save me."