My Alpha's Heart Belongs Elsewhere

A week before my mating ceremony, I found a velvet box on my bed—a ring engraved with "Lia," the name my mate, Axl, had lovingly called me. We were inseparable, counting down the days to be bonded forever. But when I rushed to pick him up from his bachelor party, everything shattered. There, under the moonlight, stood Axl, holding hands with another woman, a woman also called Lia, wearing the same ring I thought was meant for me.

“What the hell is going on, Axl? Explain, now!" I demanded it with a shaky voice.