He Made Me Invisible, I Made Him Irrelevant

On the night of my thirtieth birthday, my husband, Alexander Blackwood, Alpha of Silver Crest pack brought his pregnant mistress home.

With cold detachment, he listed his demands.

"Victoria gets migraines from strong scents. Burn all your clothes. I can smell your cheap perfume in the fabric."

"She's been having anxiety attacks since the pregnancy. From now on, you'll sleep in the basement storage room so she can have our bedroom."

Without uttering a word, I picked up the small bag I had hidden behind the coatrack and headed for the door.