Rejected for an Heir: The Barren Luna's Secret

My husband, the Alpha, told me the pack needed an heir, and since I was "barren," he had found a solution.

Her name was Aria. She smelled like artificial vanilla and rotting peaches.

Alex claimed she was just a surrogate, a vessel to carry his bloodline.

Yet, he moved her into the nursery I had prepared for our own children.

He let her wear the Luna's silver gown to the Moon Festival, an honor reserved only for me.

When she staged a fall and blamed me, Alex used his Alpha Command to force me to my knees, humiliating me in front of the entire pack.