The Unwanted Luna: Secret Heiress Of The White Wolf

I walked into my kitchen to find my husband's assistant wearing nothing but his white dress shirt.

Jami sat on the granite counter, sipping coffee from my favorite mug. My husband, Dustin, stood next to her, smiling in a way he hadn't smiled at me in years.

When they saw me, there was no shame.

Instead, Jami sent a photo to my phone while sitting ten feet away.

It was an ultrasound.

"The Alpha's bloodline," the caption read. "Something you couldn't give him."

I demanded an explanation, but Dustin only looked at me with cold, dead eyes.