The Alpha’s Public Rejection

Seven years of a mating bond, and my mate Selene Ashbourne had shared her bed with more wolves than I could count on both hands and feet.

The reason I kept one eye open and the other closed all this time?

She always threw resources at me to buy my silence.

When she took a young wolf as her secret plaything, she gifted me a rare territory along the eastern ridge.

When she brought pretty rogues onto her yacht for moonlit gatherings, she signed over a matching vessel to my name.

She used wealth and pack assets to purchase my silence, to bury my rage and my grief.