The Ex Wifes Silent Vow

A woman brought a boy into my clinic with my mate’s eyes and a genetic disorder exclusive to his Alpha bloodline. She named my mate, Damien, as the father, and through our bond, I felt his love for her as he lied about where he was.

That night at the pack gala, he shoved me to protect that boy, causing me to miscarry the baby I’d just learned I was carrying. As I bled on the floor, he comforted his son over a scraped knee, never once looking back at me.

His mistress later pushed me from a cliff, rejecting me in his name. But I survived, and a week later, I boarded a plane to Switzerland, ready to be reborn from the ashes of the woman he destroyed.

Chapter 1

ELARA POV:

The sterile scent of medicinal herbs filled my office, a fragrance that usually calmed my soul. Today, it felt like a cage. It was my first day as the Chief Healer of the Black Moon Pack, a position I had earned, a position my mate, Alpha Damien Blackwood, had celebrated with me.

But the woman sitting across from me was not a patient seeking comfort. She was a declaration of war.

Her name was Cassia Thorne, an Omega from the lower ranks. Her son, a small boy with Damien’s stormy grey eyes, fidgeted on her lap.

“He has these… episodes,” Cassia said, her voice a soft purr that grated on my nerves. “The pack doctors are useless. They said only the Chief Healer could diagnose it.”

I looked at the boy, Leo. His energy felt erratic, a chaotic hum that was faint but familiar. It was a rare energy imbalance, one I had only read about in ancient texts, a disorder that occurred exclusively in the Black Moon Pack’s Alpha bloodline.

My inner wolf stirred, a low growl of unease in the back of my mind.

Then I caught it. A scent clinging to the boy, so faint it was almost lost beneath the smell of his mother’s cheap perfume. It was the scent of a storm breaking over a pine forest, of raw earth and crackling lightning. It was Damien’s scent. My mate’s scent.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of denial.

“And the father’s name?” I asked, my voice tight as I pushed a patient intake form across the desk.

Cassia smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of her lips. She picked up the pen and wrote in elegant script: Damien Blackwood.

The name stared up at me, a black stain on the white paper. The world tilted.

“An Alpha’s bloodline,” Cassia said, her eyes fixed on mine, “needs a complete family to protect it, don’t you think, Healer Vance?”

The provocation was as sharp as a silver blade. Before I could answer, her phone buzzed. She answered it, her voice turning saccharine sweet. “Damien, darling…”