Rejecting My Cheating Alpha The Luna's Revenge

While washing my husband's suit, I caught the unfamiliar scent of another she-wolf. It carried a faint trace of milk and the distinct pheromones of early pregnancy. Stuck to the inner lining was a long strand of chestnut hair—a color and length completely different from mine. A wolf's nose never lies.

My heart sank like a stone.

Suddenly, everything over the past six months clicked. Ethan had been disappearing constantly under the excuse of "pack business," always returning with his scent heavily masked.