Pregnant with the Alpha's Heir,I Reject Him for the Lycan King

I had lived two lives.

In both, I followed Fenris Vargr into the quiet territories beyond the Dominion's reach after he stepped down from the Crimson Fang, living peacefully in a small den at the edge of the world, wanting nothing.

And in both, his adopted sister clawed her way into the Moonhold Citadel and dragged us down with her. Our territory was seized. Our pack, annihilated to the last pup.

It always started the same way. She would kneel outside our cabin in the frost, sobbing that the Alpha Supreme had cast her aside, that he'd chosen another wolf as his Luna.