Betrayed by My Alpha, Claimed by Dark Moon

Four years into our bond, I thought I was the most loved Luna in the South. After I lost our first pup, Fred held me through every fever, every nightmare, every breakdown. He stood before the entire Pack and announced he’d had a vasectomy, saying he would rather end his bloodline than risk hurting me again. I believed my Alpha mate had chosen me over heirs, over instinct, over the future of his own Pack. Then I saw him across town, buying a basket full of expensive toys with his Lead Warrior. The Warrior laughed and asked if he wasn’t afraid I’d find out he was sleeping with my sister. Fred didn’t deny it. He laughed too. “Maya is my Luna. I love her,” he said. “Cynthia looks just like her—only younger, tighter, and willing to do anything I want. My soul belongs to Maya, but I still need an heir. Cynthia will carry my son so Maya doesn’t have to suffer.” That was when I understood. The surgery had been a lie. So I asked him to sever our bond. He refused. Then Cynthia told me the truth: our first pup hadn’t died because my body was weak. She had poisoned me with Wolfsbane while I was pregnant. I lunged for her throat. Fred broke my wrist to protect her. His mother kicked me down th…

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