Eight Years with My Alpha, He Married Another

When Eliot returned to the villa after his late department lecture, I placed his favorite truffle pasta on the table.

I wanted to tell him that my mother had finally relented and agreed to our marriage.

Instead, he tossed his car keys onto the table and wearily tugged at his tie,

"I married my young Omega yesterday."

"What?" My fork paused mid-air.

"Lila, the grad student I'm supervising, is pregnant with my child. She asked me to give her the status of my Luna."

"So, I went and registered our marriage with her yesterday afternoon."

My voice trembled uncontrollably: