The Silent Luna: Rejected by the Blind Alpha

The sound of his pen scratching against the paper was louder than the thunder outside.

Beside me, Dante, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, reeked of a sickly, synthetic sweetness—a witch's hex perfume that clouded his mind and made him obsessed with another woman.

He tossed a folder onto my lap without even looking at me.

"File this with the Council tomorrow," he ordered, his eyes glazed over as he texted his mistress, Sofia. "It's just the logistics report."

He didn't know he had just signed our divorce papers.

Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes in the middle of a dark highway.