My Alpha Killed Our Pup to Save the Heir Next Door

My pup's head was crowning when my Alpha mate pushed her back inside.

Because his dead brother's widow was having a son next door — and only a male pup inherits in the Blood-Moon Pack.

He let me bleed out in a basement. He gave every healer, every drop of medicine, to her. My daughter died. I ""died"" too.

What Silas didn't know: I'm not the nobody she-wolf he mated. My father is the Alpha King of the Nightshade Pack — the oldest royal bloodline on the continent.

Now his pack is falling. His heir is worthless. His empire is ash.

And I'm just getting started.