Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Lycan King

At the Full Moon Banquet, my husband didn't just announce a surrogate. He humiliated me.

Alpha Bennett stood center stage, radiating power, while I stood in the shadows—the embarrassment, the Wolfless Luna.

"Kelsey is too fragile," he announced to the pack. "Aria will carry our legacy."

He called it a medical necessity. But later, I heard him tell his Beta the truth:

"I look at her and see a dead end. Aria smells like a mate should."

The humiliation didn't stop there. Aria moved into our home, scent-marking my bed with her vanilla perfume.