The Alpha’s Second Chance Mate

On the night of our ninth mating anniversary, Alpha Draven Blackmark returned to the pack house with his pregnant mistress.

For nine years, he had made me believe I was his fated mate, the only Luna he would ever want. He gave me moon orchids gathered under the full moon, kissed my hand before the entire pack, and swore the Moon Goddess had bound us forever. But now, he stood proudly beside another she-wolf, displaying her swollen belly like a victory.

“She is carrying my heir,” he said coldly. “She must be cared for. Move your things to the west wing and attend to her needs.”