I Traded Ten Years of Life for the Alpha’s Legs, Only to Watch Him Run to Another Woman

To save Dean—whose legs had been crippled—I traded ten years of my life for his health.

Dean was the Alpha heir of the Ashclaw Pack. I was a witch.

The day he stood up again, he got down on one knee and proposed to me with 9,999 golden roses.

But on our wedding day, Dean suddenly took off the ring and said, his face deadly serious,

“Tara, I’ve changed my mind.”

Before anyone could react, he wrapped his arms around his gorgeous Beta, Megan.

“Tara, I promised Megan I’d stay with her for three years and give her a child. Give me three years—then I’ll marry you.”