The Vanished Luna: Returning to Reject the Alpha

"Not guilty."

With those two words, my husband, the Alpha, acquitted his mistress of poisoning my mother.

I had the toxicology reports. I had the receipts. But Garrison didn't care.

He looked me in the eye, his hand resting possessively on Keyla's back, and told me to stop making a scene.

That was just the beginning of my hell.

He moved Keyla into our master suite and forced me into the servant's quarters.

"Since you can't give me strong pups," he sneered, "you can serve those who do."

I became the maid in my own home, washing Keyla's silk lingerie while she wore my Luna robes.