The Alpha's Regret: Rejecting His True Luna

I sat in the Alpha suite, convincing myself I had done the right thing.

I had just rejected Alex, my fated mate. She was a weak Omega, and my pack needed a strong Luna like Iliana.

But then, I overheard my twin children whispering in the backseat of the car.

"My tummy hurts, Kenny," my daughter whimpered. "It's the special juice Auntie Iliana gave us. It tastes like fire."

My blood ran cold. I demanded a toxicology report immediately.

The results nearly brought me to my knees: Wolfsbane.