The Rejected Healer: Her Rise as the White Wolf

I carried a thermal container of stew to my fiancé's private estate, worried he was stressed about our upcoming pack merger.

Instead of a meditation retreat, I walked into a nightmare.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw Ivan playing on the rug with a secret son, while a woman named Kiera watched like a queen.

I froze as I heard Ivan's voice float through the glass.

"Aliana is just a placeholder. She smells like antiseptic and fear. Once I get the territory, I'll reject her."

My heart shattered, but the knife twisted deeper when he laughed about my parents.