His Luna, The Silent Warrior

I found my mate, the Alpha, on his knees.

But it wasn't for me, his Luna. He was tenderly massaging the swollen ankle of Isabella, his pregnant, widowed sister-in-law, with a look of concern I had never once received.

For months, he had allowed her to live in our private den, letting her disrespect me at every turn. He cooked her favorite breakfast—a meal he knew would make me violently ill—and lied that it was a gift for me.

The final betrayal came when I found her wearing my mother's sacred necklace, a sigil passed down through generations of my family's Lunas.