The Alpha's Rejected Heir: A Mother's Revenge

My husband claimed he brought the surrogate into our bed to save my life. He said the Hatfield Curse killed every Alpha female in childbirth, so he needed another vessel for his heir. He swore it was just a clinical duty.

But when he intercepted the "rogue" I was desperately trying to smuggle out of the pack lands, his duty turned into slaughter.

Archie stood over the burlap sack that held my secret four-year-old son. He believed his mistress’s lie that the sack contained a dangerous weapon.

I screamed until my throat bled, telling him it was his own flesh and blood inside.