The Alpha's Surrogate: My Heart, His Treason

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l moon. The same night Kaelen planned his secret ceremony with Seraphina. When it was done, the

to purge my life of him. I gathered the gifts he'd given me over the years. My f

he had whispered, his voice full of a s

livered anonymously to the pack treasury. The rest-letters, dried flowers, a worn t-shirt of his that I used to

ys later. He found me swe

e asked, frowning at

my voice even. "The den felt damp. I

s her scent clung to him. It was a cloying, sweet smell, like ove

he murmured against my hair.

ith all my favorite foods, filled the hall with my favorit

ing near the entrance, looking compl

ng here?" I aske

Kaelen said dismissively. "I thought

m the outer territories who didn't know me well, bowed their heads. "Luna," they murmu

is Elara, my mate." He then gestured to Seraphina. "

I watched him lead her to the buffet table, placing delicacies on her plate, his fingers bru

ured the pleasantries. But the words of the

the charity auction last week

w he took you to see the waterfalls

c together just the other day. It's w

y auction. The waterfalls. The clinic. I h

oman he had been parading around ou

life with her, a life where she played my part, and I was l