The Alpha's Regret：Reclaiming My Human Mate

To make money and support the little life growing inside me, I took a part-time job as a maternity model.

But when I got there, I realized I was trapped in a glass cage, put on display like a product.

And in the crowd below, my ex-mate, Damon, watched me with nothing but contempt in his eyes.

"Whose bastard is it?"

"How could you say that? This is your child, Damon!"

Damon's eyes turned red—a sign of an impending werewolf frenzy.

He held up a paternity test in front of me. It showed that the baby I was carrying was not his.