His Human Wife, His Fated Luna

Ten years into my marriage, I found a photograph beneath my Alpha husband’s pillow.

Him holding a pup with his eyes, his hand entwined with his first love’s. Only then did I understand.

He had forced me through three abortions not because he hated children, but because he hated mine.

That very night, I booked a flight out of the country.

This time, I would not beg, cry, or wait for him to come home.

I would vanish from his world forever—and when he finally realized what he had lost, it would already be too late.