Rejecting My Cruel Alpha For His Rival

Thor

the ones I thought would be our salvation, now felt like ash in my mouth. I looked up at Ryker, searching

g delicately on his arm. "Sister, please don't misunderstand," she sa

humorless laugh almost escaped me. I shoved the pregnancy t

ice my strange gesture. He turned to her, his large hands gently c

. A ghost in my own home. At this moment, I have made up my mind. I won

carved from lead. "It's nothing," I said, m

hispers chasing me down the hall. I didn't look back, but I could feel Ryker

Alistair Finch, our pack's physician. I needed a professional to conf

to his Alpha above all else. His examination was brief a

for a she-wolf in the early stages of pregnancy. It's as if the bond that should be nourishing you from your Alpha... is fractured. Bleeding out." He looked at me over the rim of his glas

, I had to beg for the affecti

y over my flat stomach. As I reached the corner of the hallway, I

e back against the cold stone wall, out of

ook more like you or me?" Serena's v

s. *Our baby?* I must have

der joy I hadn't heard in years. "I hope he has your eyes," h

in my ears. "And your wolf form. He has to be

mouth to stifle a sob.

authority. "Alistair, Serena and the pup's health are the pack's

. Finch's voice

a bastard born of betrayal, was the pack's treasure. The pain was a physical thing, a dull, brutal kni

of rage, but a broken, desolate cry in my mind. *

e the inconvenient truth standing in the way of his new, perfect family. The

using this baby to fix us, evapor

ach step felt like walking on broken glass. I didn't

rm in the ruins of my heart. I had to leave. I had