Forsaken for a Fake: The True Luna's Revenge

My husband, Alpha Kaeden, once looked at me with adoration. But after he brought Clemmie home, his eyes turned cold, glazed over by the "herbal tea" she fed him.

Now, I lay chained to a steel table in the dungeon, the smell of my own burning flesh filling the air.

Kaeden stood over me, indifferent to my screams. He ordered the guards to electrocute me through silver cuffs—the poison of our kind—even though he knew I was carrying his pup.

But torture wasn't the end goal. I froze when I heard the doctor’s question.

"The transplant carries risks, Alpha. Taking a heart from a living donor..."