The Alpha's Lost Heir: A Rejected Luna's Revenge

on, destroying my womb and my health to save his lif

nant, he didn't celebrate. Instead, he brought me a

Wolfsbane. He wasn't trying to heal me; he was ensuring

on his pregnant mistress, Candida. When I protested, he slapped me across

m exactly what he wanted. With the help of a trusted he

e cherished mate of the Lycan King, Jackson fell to his knees

e man who destroyed

. You're embarra

nymore; I'm the woma

pte

na

ly in my hands, a physical manifestation of the

roidery on the collar. It was Jackson's Alpha ceremony suit. Today, he would officially ass

ing cough esc

pain that had become my constant

Elena," a voice whisp

t of fresh linens, her knuckles white as she gripped the wick

ain of it in my cheeks; it certainly didn't reach my eyes.

didn't

the door softly behind her. "Luna... there are rumo

lled on the

ind of

e whispered, her voice tr

ck me like a

She had been staying with us for a month now. Beautiful,

rters before dawn," Sarah stammered, looking terrified t

my voice sharper

e Moon Goddess paired us. He

d by the deity we worship. When we first met, I had smelled the scent of rain and

ne! so loudly it had reverb

tears. "I'm sorry, Luna. I just... I

cold, suffocating

e had sworn it when I took a poisoned dagger for him three years ago-a blad

my inner wolf into a deep, comatose slee

eling myself, and made m

ony was d

hree hundred wolves. The air was thick, heavy wit

age, radiating power. His Alpha aura was overwhelming, a dominating pres

ed magn

sn't look

d on the front row

t clung to her curves like a second skin. She was smiling-

o Jackson throu

k members, but the channel between mates

ul, I projected, wrapping

le

hit a wall. A cold, gray static barrier. He had bloc

ath hi

Luna during a ceremony. It

amplified by the acoustics of the cavernous hall. "I vow to

pau

his voice dropping an octave, vibrating with intent. "

ned hi

ght he was turning t

e, cold and unseeing, an

ngers brushing against h

owd no

ity in the eyes of the Elders. I saw the sneers on the face

ually silent in her coma, gave a weak,

, she seem

e perfect, supportive wife, while my

the banquet began, Jackson stepped down

uch his arm, to feel the sparks that always

brushed h

linc

s arm away as if I were

ida, placing a possessive hand on the smal

stage, the empty thro

time, I knew Sarah

rs weren

eulogy for