Alpha Took Off My Wedding Dress for His Mistress

Just before my wedding, my fate mate, my Alpha fiancé, Micheal, stripped me of my wedding dress—our wedding dress—and handed it to his mistress, Becky Porter.

Not only that, but he locked me in the dressing room like some rabid wolf he needed to contain.

"Becky has a terminal illness.She just wants to experience being a bride before she dies."

I lunged forward, my wolf howling inside me. Alpha's strength pressed against mine, his dominance forcing my muscles to lock. My claws twitched, itching to break free.

"You bastard!" I snarled, my breath ragged.