The Alpha's Lost Luna: Too Late for Redemption

For nine years, I was the "Wolfless Wonder," the shame of the Reyes Pack. I swallowed bitter suppressants every morning to hide my identity as a rare White Wolf, enduring my husband’s coldness just to stay by his side.

But tonight, Alpha Dominick shattered whatever bond we had left. He walked into the Annual Gathering with his mistress, Chastity, clinging to his arm, pregnant and smug.

When Chastity staged a miscarriage and blamed me, Dominick didn't ask for the truth. He dragged me to the hospital.

"She needs blood," he snarled. "O-Negative. Like yours."