The Night My Alpha Chose Her

The day my mother became critically ill, my Alpha husband, Ronan Blackthorn, refused to lend me even a single dollar.

He said coldly, “The pack has plenty of investments that need funding. There are plenty of lenders on the black market. Figure something out yourself.”

Then he turned around and said into the phone without hesitation, “The five million in seed money is already in your account. Consider it a trial run. If you lose it, you lose it.”

On the other end of the call was Selene Vale, a young Omega who had recently joined his investment firm.