My Alpha Made Our Daughter Call His New Luna “Mom”

I heard my seven-year-old daughter practicing "Mom Cora," and I threw the cup before I knew I'd moved. Bastian had told Bee that calling another woman Mom would make him proud - because he needed a grain alliance more than he needed his mate whole. So I shattered the lie in front of Cora and the rival Alpha watching from the table. I refused to be quietly replaced, and I refused to let Bee rehearse love like a punishment. Then Soren Kerr looked at me. Ashfell's Alpha is dangerous, jealous, too used to winning - rain-on-slate scent, a wolf that stills a room, a smile that means trouble. He should be using my broken household to bleed Bastian. Instead he steps between me and the guards, spends his advantage without asking, and makes my shaking hands want things I can't afford. Bastian thinks he can keep me in the dark and Cora at his table. He thinks I'll be reasonable by morning. But I'm staying for Bee's First Shift, and when Bastian realizes whose scent is on my skin, he'll learn what it costs to make our daughter call another woman Mom.

Oleh Mia Moore