Blood, Power, and the Alpha's Throne

When I first met Henry Carter, he was nothing but a rogue drenched in blood.

Later, he became Alpha Henry of the Iron Ridge Pack. He tattooed my name over his heart and handed me full command of the Pack’s warrior guard with a single sweep of his hand.

Everyone knew Vera was his life.

Until today, when the Omega he kept on the side walked right through my front door.

Resting a hand on her swollen belly, she smiled sweetly and gave me some advice:

"Luna, are you going to leave with some dignity now, or do you want to wait until my son grows up and kicks you out?"